A long time ago, as a child, I memorized small lines of Bible verses. There were so many verses that brought me peace and hope. Line by line. I would rattle them off to myself when I couldn’t sleep.
What happened that makes me think this is no longer a worthwhile practice? Did growing up change how much the memorized verses helped me focus on God’s goodness and His power?
I want to do this more. Try more. Remember how the words felt on my lips…
Living loved is not about religious practice, law, or a ‘should do’ list. Living loved is about realizing I’m loved because I exist, and God planned me. Living loved is about leaning on His strength and what He has accomplished to bring me back into His Kingdom. So, if I memorize scripture, I don’t want it to be a checklist thing. I want it to be a joyful thing. A deep-breath thing. A resting thing.
The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.
He restores my soul;
He guides me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You have anointed my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
Surely goodness and loving-kindness will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.