One of my favorite things about the Bible is that, being the word of God, it is living and active. Unlike other books, it constantly has meaning pouring out even when we read the same text multiple times. What a gracious gift to us, that a book with a limited amount of words and pages has an unlimited wealth of wisdom, teaching, correction, training and rebuking for us. But sometimes I sleep on this truth and the many others that are tucked in the pages of my Bible. I grew up going to church and am quite familiar with many of the stories. I was often the winner of trivia games in Sunday school and took Wednesday night Bible jeopardy to the extreme. This familiarity with facts is often what leads to my dismissal of truth. I tell you this because I am about to speak on a story that I have heard my whole life, a man that most people are familiar with, and a chunk of scripture that I briefly thought about glossing over because I already knew the story. I brought in 2020 with the book of
"Ooh Chloe." I'm pretty sure I hear this every day. I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a mess. I'm generally confused about what I'm supposed to be doing. I am quite certain that I am supposed to be writing, so I want to personally invite you to share in my blessed mess - the ups and downs, the laughing and crying, laughing till crying, laughing while crying, and everything in between!