This week marks a spiritual birthday for me. In 1988, I made a decision to follow Christ on Valentine’s Day. It was a Sunday…just like this year.  A week later, on February 21st, I was baptized. My life changed forever.

I’ve learned so much in that time. I’ve been through so many ups and downs. Seasons when I was thriving, and seasons when I felt barely alive.  I’ve received so many blessings and so many life lessons!

What have I learned, finally, after twenty-two years that I wish I had learned earlier?

God’s grace is REAL. He does forgive. We do get chances upon chances. He loves you the same no matter how you “perform”.

God’s word is ALIVE. He speaks… so “listen” when you read!!

God ALWAYS provides. Always. Period. Just be sure to wait for His provision instead of chasing your own.

God loves ME. Yes, me. And, yes, you too. Close your eyes right now and imagine yourself with Him. Be quiet and let Him speak to your heart!

I felt totally energized when I woke up this morning. Planned to get a shower, have a little time reading my bible and praying, and make scones for breakfast.

Well, I couldn’t get out of the shower because the water was so warm… and suddenly time was slipping away. I began to hurry.

I mixed the scone ingredients together and the dough was so darn sticky! I was in tears and so frustrated trying to get the dough portioned out on the stone for baking, now that the time had come to send my older daughter off with dad.

How quickly my own good attitude fizzled out. That stupid dough was God’s way of reminding me that I won’t get anywhere on my own power.

Initially, I skipped out on the quiet time with Him — and I didn’t get very far. The dough (and cascading meltdown) sent me straight to prayer and my devotional book. (Where I should have begun!)

Funny how God uses the littlest things to get my attention. Thankfully, I was paying attention this time.

When the scones came out of the oven… warm and sweet… I was reminded of how God can make something good out of any sticky mess.

Thank goodness.

I just made blueberry pancakes. You might not think much of it until I tell you that it’s 8:00 p.m. on Tuesday night.  When I made chicken, broccoli, and sliced apples for the kids, nothing sounded good to me.  I wasn’t really hungry.  Then the craving kicked in two hours later.   Am I pregnant or what?

After I ate a few pancakes, I was good.  They really hit the spot.  I started thinking for a minute about cravings…. about how I never seem to crave the right thing.  At least, not at the right time. The Lord brought Jeremiah to mind, and I thought about his cravings.  He had the kind of cravings that I wish I had.

Your words were found, and I ate them,
And Your word was to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart;
For I am called by Your name,
O LORD God of hosts.

Jeremiah 15:16

He was a man that lived on God’s word. He devoured it, craved it, and the Word brought him great joy.

Jeremiah had something else to say about God’s word:

Then I said, “I will not make mention of Him,
Nor speak anymore in His name.”
But His word was in my heart like a burning fire
Shut up in my bones;
I was weary of holding it back,
And I could not.

Jeremiah 20:9

For a short time, this prophet had grown a bit weary in sharing God’s word with His people, yet he was unable to keep silent. God’s word was like a fire in his heart and in his bones.  He was unable to hold back what He was hearing from God. He was unable to keep silent about what He was learning from God. The word was like a fire within him.

Lord, change my cravings. Cause me to hunger for Your Word.  As I consume it more and more, cause the Word to burn like a fire within me so that I cannot contain it.