I confess. I have known Jesus since I was nine years old. That is over half a century, now. And still, the most challenging part of my faith walk involves “daily devotions.” I make it through about a month of the One Year Bible. I tackle “the Bible in 90 days,” and last for a third of that. I gather up study guides and ask friends for recommendations and buy journals and … still, I struggle. I even teach a women’s conference session titled “Women of the Word,” all about how vital it is for God’s women to spend time alone with Him in His Word. I always make it clear that I teach that session out of my personal weakness, not from a place of strength. Every single time I teach it, I’m speaking to myself
Why is it so difficult to step away for a few minutes with the Lord of the Universe? I do think I know the answer to that, actually. First, there’s my flesh. I’m a rush-rush-gitrdone kinda gal. I don’t sit still for much of anything. Multi-tasking-r-us. Hopefully you can relate. So “quiet time” is a personal battle. Then, there’s the world. Set aside a time and the phone rings. A friend stops by unannounced. A deadline takes over my life. Lastly, there’s the Devil. And what better way to have victory in a believer’s life than to get in the way of their nourishment? All the barriers are real, but defeat is not an option. So, I’ve tried something new (again).
This time, it involves “preparing a place to meet God.” That sounds pretty heady, but my version of it involved stacking up some orange crates around the corner in my kitchen to use as shelving for all the versions of the Bible I own, all the devotional books, and … ta dah. A notebook. I chose Moleskine. The simple act of collecting things in a place where I do nothing else really has a made a difference. And it doesn’t hurt that I have to walk past this space to get to my office. (If I pass the seasonal quilt display, I’ve walked past the place designed for my quiet time.)
Another thing I’ve done recently is to register at Crosswalk.com to receive Streams in the Desert every day. When I go to my e-mail, Streams in the Desert is waiting. My daughter actually introduced me to this classic. “Highly recommended” doesn’t even begin to say what the messages have meant to me in recent weeks.
So … there you have it. My confession and what I’ve done about it. The world, the flesh, and the Devil are still at war trying to mess with my spiritual life, but I’m not giving up. And neither should you.