Life-Breathing Book!


I burrow into the Bible,
digging deep down into the heights of Heaven,
discovering hidden treasures,
and prophetic promises that resonate with my spirit.

As I turn the delicate pages,
I uncover words that I have read before
and even highlighted, dated and underlined
that
re-refresh me!
re-motivate me
-fresh manna every the morning
-comforting and strengthening Psalms
when there are no words left to speak, sitting next to a sick bed
and at night these same words soothe me to sleep
placing peace on my pillow
so that my head lays bathed in light in the darkness ….

In troubled times,
I hide in Your Word.
However, I always need to
hide Your Word in my heart
-so that I may not sin against You.
remembering
that the Bible is the only Book that breathes
and as I search I find Life tucked away in the life-giving words...


Brenda.ps23©

25 April 2016
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Scriptures and References

found this after I had written the above:
Psalm 139The Message (MSG)
A David Psalm
139 1-6 GOD, investigate my life;
get all the facts first-hand.
I’m an open book to you;
even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.
You know when I leave and when I get back;
I’m never out of your sight.
You know everything I’m going to say
before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you’re there,
then up ahead and You’re there, too—
Your reassuring presence, coming and going. ABBA'S REASSURING PRESENCE NOEL, MUTS, NATHAN AND JADEN
This is too much, too wonderful—
I can’t take it all in!
7-12 Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
to be out of your sight?
If I climb to the sky, you’re there!
If I go underground, you’re there!
If I flew on morning’s wings
to the far western horizon,
You’d find me in a minute—
you’re already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
At night I’m immersed in the light!”
It’s a fact: darkness isn’t dark to you;
night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you.
13-16 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breath-taking!
Body and soul, I am marvellously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.
17-22 Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!
God, I’ll never comprehend them!
I couldn’t even begin to count them—
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
And you murderers—out of here!—
all the men and women who belittle you, God,
infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
See how I hate those who hate you, GOD,
see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.
Your enemies are my enemies!
23-24 Investigate my life, O God,
find out everything about me;
Cross-examine and test me,
get a clear picture of what I’m about;
See for yourself whether I’ve done anything wrong—
then guide me on the road to eternal life.