To some it's just a story, a myth, a history book.
I've seen it induce strong emotion, even in those who have never read it.
Fear, guilt, even anger.
And great misunderstanding.
But to me - it is the bread of life. My sustenance.
It gives me courage.
It feeds my weary soul.
It strengthens my bones.
It gives me power to overcome - even the most difficult obstacles.
For it is God's word to me.
It is where God reveals his wonderful character, his great love, his amazing compassion.
In its pages I find hope. I find the answers to my problems.
I choose to believe what the Bible says
not my feelings
not my discouragement
not my fears
not even my pain.
There I find victory, and freedom.
And the discouragement from this past week lifts.
My frustrations cease.
My broken heart is healed.
The fog clears.
"This I recall to my mind,
Therefore I have hope.
Through the LORD’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness." ~Lamentations 3:21-23
"Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you..." ~Psalm 42:5-6
"Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you,
Yes, I will help you,
I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." ~Isaiah 41:10
"We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed;
perplexed, but not in despair;
persecuted, but not abandoned;
struck down, but not destroyed." ~2 Corinthians 4:8
"You, O LORD, keep my lamp burning;
my God turns my darkness into light." ~Psalm 18:28
"O LORD, you have searched me
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O LORD.
You hem me in—behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand..." ~Psalm 139:1-18