I am an avid note-taker. You have no idea how marked up my Bible is unless you’ve been shoulder to shoulder with me and looked at it in my lap. I’m currently starting year two with my favorite purple Pigma Micron 5 archival ink pen and because that’s not enough, my zipper pocket holds four colors of Staedtler Noris Club pencils, with blue being my primary color of choice. You guys – pens, pencils, and paper matter.
Certain passages have been underlined with notations beside. I’ve taken to simply adding dates beside previous ones, because many of these words seem to apply over and over in my life.
October 2014 – How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me? (vs 2)
What I continue to discover in the hard days of my life is a tendency to wrestle for answers from logic and understanding. Year after year and in seasons that look familiar, my bent is towards understanding: myself, others, and my circumstances. But thank God, my questions are not often answered with my head but my heart. For where words fail, my heart understands that though God doesn’t always give answers, he has forever and freely given himself.
Jesus said, “Put your life on the line for your friends. You are my friends when you do the things I command you.” (John 15:13B-14)
What a friendship we have, to have been given God. In him all things have been answered. It’s called salvation – for today’s sorrows and for every tomorrow.