For a couple of months now, I’ve been making a conscious effort to grow, spiritually. It started with tuning in to the live stream at church every Sunday no matter what. Then it progressed to taking notes of things I learn and trying to go over them every once in a while to keep them fresh in my life. After, I got a specific notebook for them so I don’t have my notes all over the place. Then, I allotted time for praying and/or studying the word every evening (I’m a productive-at-night person) – set an alarm and everything. Then I started reading (and pondering over) a verse every day.
One day, I decided to pick up a book my mother gave me last year – The Power of a Praying Woman. Wonderful book. I made it a point to read a chapter every day, regardless of my schedule. Most days, I succeeded. Other days, I just read a page or two because I was tired or life got in the way. However, I stayed committed to the end.
When I was almost done with the book, I was sad. I’d re-read a couple of chapters and everything to avoid finishing it. Unfortunately, the end was inevitable. I wasn’t sure how to return to my life of one verse a day. It wasn’t enough anymore. So I prayed about it. The first night after the end of the book, I found myself reading the first chapter of Exodus. Weird. But I went with it. Every night after that, I have read a whole chapter.
I have read the book of exodus before. I even followed a plan on the Bible app just last year about the Torah (the first five books of the Bible: Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy). However, this time was/is different. I was making these cute notes as I read. Then I started writing more. Yesterday, I wrote about three [notebook] pages. It’s not even obligatory!
Sometimes, when I am reading, I find myself thinking up questions or getting fascinated about what I am reading and before I realise, I am on the internet reading about contexts, implications etc. (Context: I have never been one of those people who did any of these. I was quite content knowing that I’d been saved and was making it to heaven. Period. Now look at me, doing more!)
I still adher to the daily fifteen minutes with God. Sometimes, I do it earlier than the scheduled time because I may be tired or sleepy or whatever. The funny thing is, if I am still awake at the allotted time, I’d just say a simple prayer or just say ‘Hi God!’ and spend those fifteen minutes in comfortable silence with the Holy Spirit.
It’s been such a wonderful thing. Like every other thing in this life, some days are easier than others. However, I don’t want to stop. Not necessarily because I am enjoying this… growth. But because for probably the first time in my life, I feel like I am exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing. Which is ironic, because my year has been… well, it has not been a walk in a park. And that’s even when I am not taking into account the pandemic, and the fact that I have been job hunting for months.
Anyway, that’s all I have for today. Who knows, I might even start sharing my notes on here too!
On that note, if you’d made it this far, I’d like to thank you for staying with me. I really appreciate it. I also hope you have a phenomenal week full of love and positivity.
Be safe out there!