You might say I was a blank page waiting to happen. I sat down to write a devotional this morning, but I hadn’t one thought in mind. And I mean, not one! Generally, I have a thought, a phrase or a Bible verse in mind but today? Nothing!
This could cause a little panic in a gal like me.
Thankfully, I remembered that I could ask God for help. And I did.
“Lord, what shall I write today?” I queried.
And he dropped these three little words into my heart. “Not a word.”
“That’s not funny, Lord,” I sassed back.
I thought back over my week to the times my mouth would have been better quiet. I remembered the grocery clerk I’d snapped at. I thought of the friend who happened to be late and the answer I gave her. I recalled how the Lord had softly spoken about my lack of quiet time and my answer.
Luke 23:8-10-Herod was delighted when Jesus showed up. He had wanted for a long time to see him, he'd heard so much about him. He hoped to see him do something spectacular. He peppered him with questions. Jesus didn't answer—not one word. But the high priests and religion scholars were right there, saying their piece, strident and shrill in their accusations (MSG)
Like Herod, we’re excited to see Jesus, but too often we want his visit on our terms. We want answers to our questions. We want miracles. When we don’t get our own way, we get snippy. Like those high priests, we’re right in there saying what we think in a not-so-nice way.
Prayer: Lord, help us listen more and talk less. Amen