#53: write words on your heart
store them for later
These silent meditations will become everyday conversations.
For this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel after those days, declares the Lord: I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts. And I will be their God, and they shall be my people. And no longer shall each one teach his neighbor and each his brother, saying, ‘Know the Lord,’ for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest, declares the Lord. For I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more.” (Jer. 31:33-34)
We grow in the knowledge of God by writing His words on our heart.
Writing words inside of you is time-consuming. It is monotonous. It is taking a page out of the Bible and copying it word for word in you. Writing down every jot and tittle, no matter how small. And then after you write it once, you write it again. You keep writing God’s word in you until it becomes embedded into who you are, etched into the fabric of your being, and written so deeply that the outside world can see these Scriptures on your outer appearance.
Word by word by word by word.
I ask you, Father, reveal your heart through these words.
The repetitive process of keeping your word feels like I am not going anywhere. It feels like I am sitting stationary, day after day, carefully reading and muttering your words. But you remind me that although I am sitting stationary—I am on a moving train—going somewhere I cannot see. These silent meditations will become everyday conversations and will soon be the message I’ll stand on the hilltop and proclaim.
You don’t despise these quiet days.
I tend the flame of my heart each morning and evening, ensuring it has enough oil to last the night ahead. It is you who sets the speed of the train I am on. You can make it go faster or slower as you desire, while I remain sitting in my seat, looking out the window watching the world pass by me.
Only you can make me travel while I sit stationary.
You are not found in the miraculous but in the mundane, the common I often overlook. You are in the conversations I have with strangers and are with me as I sit at my desk eating lunch. You hear my prayers when the sun rises and my drifting thoughts as I go to sleep. You planted the dreams sown so deep in my heart, watering them ever so carefully to bloom in your time.
On this train, you take me deeper in who you are.
You teach me that it is not about going higher, but lower, reaching for treasure hidden beneath my feet. The dust of humility and roots of truth. Your word keeps me grounded; it is my sobriety in a drunken world.
I sit here at my bedroom desk, longing for the world outside my window.
I remain here by my dim desk light, sitting before your words, my meditation day and night.
I can’t wait for the day you send me to the alleyways, unfazed by the evil that surrounds. You are training me for the day this train stops and I arrive at the destination you planned long ago. Until then, I will sit on this train and write your words on my heart.
Thank you Jesus, you are opening my eyes to see.
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“Your word keeps me grounded; it is my sobriety in a drunken world.” I do wish the process of getting the Word in us was so much faster, but it’s worth it.