I came to a knowledge of Christ when I was in college. My college years were quite possibly the most difficult of my life. I lost a significant loved one. My inheritance from that loved one went missing. My family took several major hits. We nearly fell apart. Our chain of Hallmark stores were closed or sold. Our house was sold and we moved in with my aunt. A customer was shot outside of our restaurant. I had a stalker, with a history of violence and molestation, and a suspected murder on his record. The list goes on.
But between my junior and senior year of college, I found Christ. That single event changed me. And changed everything for me.
I can remember sleeping with my Bible some nights. Occasionally I would fall asleep reading it. Other nights I'd turn out the light and clutch it to my chest. As if I could absorb its contents into my heart as I slept. As if my ability to wake and live another day depended on it. I was just so thankful to have that book, and its Author, guiding my life.
The portion of Proverbs I read this morning reminded me of those days and nights.
"Follow my advice, my son; always treasure my commands. Obey my commands and live!
Guard my instructions as you guard your own eyes. Tie them on your fingers as a reminder.
Write them deep within your heart.
Love wisdom like a sister; make insight a beloved member of your family."
~ Proverbs 7:1-4
Once again, I am so thankful for this book. It is treasure to me - worth more than the large inheritance(s) I've lost. It is life to me. It affords me sight. It helps me see what is real and what is lasting. And it folds me into the best possible family.
When was the last time you felt really grateful for your Bible? I'd sort of forgotten for a while just how much this book means. But, thankfully, I've remembered today. And in remembering, I find I'm filled with hope. And my faith is strengthened.
Is it any wonder that the Bible so often ecourages us simply to remember?