Aye. I wish I could say that I was one of those Christians that is in the midst of a love affair with my Bible. But I’m not. At least, not yet. The fact is, it’s a struggle to open my Bible. I own several, in several different version, I place them strategically in different areas of my room, on my bed, in my prayer closet, on my desk. I literally have a Bible in all four corners of my room. Yet, it still takes a deep urge inside of my to sit in silence and read the word of God. It’s funny when I think about it. I often find myself wondering why I don’t hear the voice of God, yet I’ve also come to the understanding that if I do not READ His Word, I won’t be able to HEAR His Word. It’s as simple as that.
I know this is just an extreme case of spiritual warfare. My battle to read the only book out there that can literally bring life to my soul.
I’m sure it is a strategic part of the enemies plan for me to miss out on all the things that God wants to give me in this life.
I can’t let him win.
I want a relationship with my Savior and wisdom in my walk. The only way to achieve this is to open the book.