This week we celebrated with gladness.
The women and I have been gathering regularly for seven weeks, weathering snow, a tornado watch, rain, muddy yards that captured a couple of cars, and 80-degree-almost-record-temperatures. Typical Kentucky. And we persevered because we wanted to know the God who makes Himself known.
By the final week, the chatter among the women was loud and beautiful. We had bonded. It is one of the benefits of Bible study and the way our Father planned for us to have community, communion, and find common ground when we are all so very different.
As we looked deep into the Law of Love, we saw ourselves. We confessed our failures. We desired to do better and be stronger. We acknowledged that when we fall, we want to fall forward, at the feet of a merciful Savior.
We were made aware of our enemies strategies and how we can stand firm against him. We studied the armor, God’s own strength provided to us, and we practiced putting it on.
We welded the Sword of the Spirit which is the Word of God, and we found it powerful.
Bible study brings us face to face with the very words of the God who made everything and is in control of everything, who saw us in our desperate need and provided a remedy, who loves us enough to show us Himself through words we can understand.
I don’t want to forget what I’ve learned. I don’t want to just check off another Bible study completed, blanks filled in and meetings concluded, the book put on a shelf and its teaching soon to be forgotten.
No. I don’t want to forget. I want the Word planted deeply into my heart, my soul, my very being. I want it to grow and produce fruit fit for the Kingdom, making me useful and spiritually healthy.
One more Bible studied finished. One more day of my life done. How many are left to be lived abundantly, fiercely fighting the battle and standing firm when I’ve done all there is to do?
I want to finish well in the days I have left on this earth. I want to look more like Jesus every day. Though the process is painful, I want to submit to the chipping away of anything that does not look like my Savior.
That would be a life well-lived. A life to the the praise of His glory.