Sitting in class this morning, I felt the weight of decision I’ve been called to make. The clock struck 0800. I felt my pulse begin to race as the teacher stood at the front of the class, tests in hand. Playing with the pencil in my hand, I begin reciting every piece of information crammed into my brain from the night before. I can almost hear the clock ticking in unison with the click of my teacher’s heels on the cold linoleum floor. She is almost at my desk. I can do this. I can do this. But what if I can’t?
Trust in The Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6.
I can do all things through Christ you strengthens me. Phillipians 4:13
Don’t worry about anything; instead pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Philippians 4:6-7
And suddenly, there’s peace.
Growing up, my parents felt like it was important that my little sister and I received a Chrsitian education. One of my favorite memories was sitting on the living room floor with a piece of paper and pencil, writing my memory verse out over and over again. Then proudly handing the paper to my mom to grade. I remember the pride I would feel as she would mark my paper with a star or a smiley face. 100%.
As a 6 year old, I did not comprehend the importance of these actions. Week after week, year after year of verse memoriazation, I simply took it as one more challenge to accept and another skill to master. I would store these verses in my brain only to forget the next morning, but years later, I have realized that although rusty, the verses are still there. And now they are hidden in my heart.
I find myself reciting these simple verses in situations of fear, confusion or frustration. And I always think back to those nights spent drinking hot chocolate next to our wood burning fireplace or eating 3 scoops worth of vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup watching PBS. I would roll my eyes as my mom would hand me a new piece of paper. “Just one more time, Holly.”
Just one more time.
I have always taken for granted the foundation of faith I received as a little girl. It took me years to make my faith my own, but looking back, I am so thankful for those nights spent writing my Bible verse just one more time. Today, those verses have become the love language of my heart.
So for all the days I didn’t say it, Thanks Mom for one more time.