Confession: I killed a cockroach with my Bible this morning.
It was all pretty horrifying, both the presence of a cockroach on my dining room table AND the fact that the first thing I picked up to kill it with was my Bible. I didn’t have time to think. All I knew was that this creature needed to be disposed of quickly and the Bible was right there.
Of course, I should get points for the fact that I was in the middle of my quiet time at the moment, which happened to be 5:35AM.
The cockroach has since been disposed of, and the Bible cover has been properly disinfected and my horror has diminished somewhat (not completely – people know how I am with bugs), but being the “lessons learned” kind of gal that I am, I figured there was something to be gleaned from the incident. And whatever I was doing for my quiet time prior to this was obviously off track now.
So it made me think. Am I that quick to pick up my Bible when other things shatter my peace? When doubts and fears and questions catch me off guard, is my Bible the first thing I go to?
Do I run to the promises of God when Satan is trying his best to undo me?
Squash. I’m going to remember that squashed cockroach for a long time. Maybe every time I pick up the disinfected Bible. And that’s OK. Because in that Bible is exactly where I need to be.
For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. Hebrews 4:12
“Is not My word like a fire?” says the LORD, “and like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces?” Jeremiah 23:29
For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ. 2 Corinthians 10:4-5