Hidden but not forgotten? Last night I wrote briefly about the Tatooed Hearts program and how I realized as I worked with the young men that there are verses that are hidden, buried deep within me. Verses that I have not used or thought about in a while.
And, as I began to think about it I realized how sad I am. I am sad to know that I have allowed activitiy and life to get between me and my Father who is the reason for all the activity and my life.
I do have some words. Some of his words. Verses from the Bible hidden within my heart. Tattooed onto my heart.
I am thankful that with only a little encouragement those verses can pop into my head and I can remember them when I need to. But I am rusty. And I need practise just like those boys do.
And I am thankful that God my Father is patient with me. And that he gives me the ability to remember.
I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you.
Praise be to you, O Lord teach me your decrees.
With my lips I recount all the laws that come from your mouth.
I rejoice in following your statutes as one rejoices in great riches. I meditate on your precepts and consider your ways. I delight in your decrees; I will not neglect your word.
Today I am thankful that even when I neglect God he doesn't neglect me.