I have found that writing my way through scripture has been the best Bible study.
For the first time I understand what David meant when he talked about meditating on God’s Word day and night. When I’m working on a poem, based on a set of scriptures that’s exactly what happens. I’m thinking about them when I’m walking the dog, in the shower, when I’m laying in bed at night. This churning in my mind and in my heart.
I think Elizabeth and Zachariah had their hands full as they raised this wild boy. He was walking to the beat of heavenly drum. I often wonder what was revealed to him in his wilderness days. The forerunner, making the way in the hearts of God’s people for their coming Messiah.
Mary and Joseph finally arrived home with their son, God’s son. It is in this place they would live a quiet life. It would be in the act of daily living that they poured into the One who will pour it all out. 🤍