Sitting here working on my Bible study/blog post, I was praying that God would give me words. Then I thought, what makes me think my words will be better than the inspired scripture?

And I don’t.

I don’t think it’s better.

But maybe someone is sitting out there thinking, as the Ethiopian eunuch did in Acts 8, “How can I [understand] unless someone instructs me?” And maybe they don’t have anyone else to help them understand. Or maybe they do understand but need words to help explain to someone else.

And maybe no one will ever read or need this except me, and that’s okay, too.

My prayer is still that God will give me words. I love words. I love to read them. I love to write them. (Don’t so much like to say them out loud, but I’m getting better at that, too.)

And words about Jesus?

Oh, they are the sweetest.

So I still pray that God will give me words. Words for my own heart. Words to share. Words about the Word.

Because the Word is what we all need more of.

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