God’s word simmers with time spent

Debra Whittington

Thy word have I hid in mine heart… Psalm 119:11

The world is traveling at a fast pace with people running to and fro aimlessly trying to do something. Sometimes they don’t even know what that “something” is or how to find it. My grandma used to say they were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Now, I have yet to see that happen, but I can relate to hurrying about trying to find something that is missing.

We are living at a time when information is at our very fingertips.

From computers to iPods to Blackberries to Kindles, we can access what we are looking for in a matter of seconds. We boast of our capabilities to access anything and yet we so often settle for those things that have no lasting impact.

Now, I am often guilty of wasting time on useless things.

I pride myself on knowing useless trivia or being able to win a game of mahjong occasionally. It isn’t like it is a bad thing. No, it is more like eating a candy bar. An occasional candy bar won’t hurt me but it doesn’t contain any nutritional value.

When it comes to the word of God I often find myself reading through a passage quickly during my quiet time so I can go onto other tasks. It is as though I am settling for fast food when I long for that pot of stew simmering on the stove all day. There is nothing like sampling small portions of stew throughout the day. As the sweet aroma fills the air I am drawn back to it over and over. The best part is it gets better and better the longer it simmers.

I feel much the same way when I linger with my Bible. While I enjoy reading chapter after chapter, I find it is often one verse that speaks to me. I will go back to that verse over and over and will revisit it in my mind throughout the day. Each time I recall it and ponder over its truth it becomes better and better.

The “stick to your ribs” nuggets of God’s word stay with you and nourish you long after you think it is gone. While I can’t always remember a verse word for word, I remember the truth and promise it gives. It is these promises that give me strength and comfort when I am going through a crisis and I don’t have a Bible with me.

It is like the time I had an MRI. I am claustrophobic and when the technician put me in that tube, I thought I would die. I knew I had to stay in there until the test was complete and that I had to calm down. I started reciting verses I memorized long ago and soon I felt the comfort and promise they contained. Meditating on God’s word turned an anxiety attack into a comforting time with God.

How much of God’s word will you sample today?

Debra Whittington is a longtime resident of Tucumcari. Contact her at: dawhittington@msn.com