Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Read the Bible in 30 Days

I've become slack over the last few months with my daily Bible reading. I'll read a few verses here or there, gloss over a devotion or two, but I want and need more. In order to incorporate some Bible-reading discipline (and it does take discipline, friends!) back into my life, I feel led to let His Words wash over me by taking in as much of them as I possibly can each day. 

Being the type-A that I am, I just had to create a table to read the Bible in 30 Days. Instead of reading book-by-book from Genesis to Revelation, I am using a Chronological Plan. I've always wanted to read my Bible in the order the events occurred, hence the use of this plan. 

It's a lot of reading!

I'm guessing it will take a fast reader 1.5 hours daily. If you're a bit slower (which is perfectly fine), I'm thinking you'll need to set aside about 2 hours, maybe a bit more. 

The point isn't to stop and study, rather it is to immerse yourself into His Word. 

If you want to give it a try, here's a PDF of the table:
  Chronological Bible in 30 Days

Have you ever read the Bible in its entirety?

PS...While the plan is for 30 days, I refuse to become discontented or upset if I don't get it all finished in that timeline. I have no intention of quitting until I've read the last verse.

For me, it's more about regaining the discipline I once had. 
It isn't a race. It isn't about bragging, 'Oh, I read the whole Bible in 30 Days!" 

It's about quietly and continuously connecting with God each day.

Happy Reading!

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

My Kid Didn't Make the Team & I Couldn't be Prouder

My sweet tweenie has been bubbling about this summer, outside almost daily practicing bumping a ball, swinging arms to master serving, and conditioning the best she can to try out for her school's volleyball team. Try-outs were yesterday. 

My kid was cut. 

She was inconsolable on the ride home. Tears flowed, hugs were shrugged off, words couldn't soothe her. She skulked into the house, trying to avoid her daddy & brothers, then ran to her room and slammed shut the door.

I gave her time to digest the reality of a shattered dream. I could hear deep sobs, knowing she had her face buried in her favorite pillow. Sometimes a girl just needs a good cry, yes? When the sobbing quieted, I opened her door. Guess what I saw?

There on her bed, with the look of disappointment still etched on her tear-stained face, my beautiful heart of a daughter was reading her bible. She was seeking comfort from Him, trying to find wisdom in His word on the pages of Isaiah:

I am blown away by her soul search, her faith, her spiritual maturity. She knows, deep in her heart, even in the moment of despair, He has a plan for her. She can count on Him to show her the way.

My kid didn't make the team. 

And I couldn't be prouder.

Where do you find consolation?