One of the books I have been in the past week or two is 1 John. This morning after my first study and HEB, I opened up to 1 John again. I just looked at it. I have the first few verses marked up pretty good (in a paper Bible).
Not all passages are marked up like this. This Bible has only been in minor use for a few years.
So I am just looking at the first two pages and I see the words “I am writing” six times. Then I see the words “I write” five times. Then I see a variant of “abide” throughout the book.
What am I to do with all these words? Keep them? Treasure them? Toss them?
I associate a lot of scripture with people. I find myself just wanting to write them notes about this scripture or that one. It is both a joy and crushing. I dream of pouring myself out like a drink offering on the sacrifice and service of “her” faith (the woman God might give me). It seems empty pouring into the people I pour into. In my mind I see dozens of men and women. I know at least some of them feel differently but to me it feels empty more than anything else.
In my recent memory, it is rare that God doesn’t put someone on my mind as I read the scriptures each morning. I am compelled to email or text them when this occurs. Even throughout the day. And even in the realization of this it still feels empty. Futile.
This past week I was reminded of my year of faithfulness. How my year of faithfulness had an impact on a young married couple. It was scripture God used to make the impact.
I am writing. I write. There is no telling with God what will happen next.