Some days my eyes read the words of my Bible and comprehend the meaning, but my heart fails to believe. I yawn my way through.
Other days that familiar spark of faith happens. I read and truly believe the miracles on the page might mean miracles still happen for me.
Today I read, “But in my distress I cried out to the Lord; yes, I prayed to my God for help. He heard me from his sanctuary; my cry to him reached his ears,” (Psalms 18:6). And that wow moment came.
The Psalmist’s story is my story. God has rescued me from some pretty deep pits.
I’m working on reading the Bible with more wonder. I’m asking for eyes to see. If we’re reading it without the wow factor, maybe, we’re reading it wrong?
We have to still ourselves focus our minds and wait for the awe. Perhaps God would…
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