Okay, once again, I find myself in what many past saints have referred to as a “spiritual dry season”. I can’t count how many times on this blog I’ve bemoaned being here. And honestly, this is because I think I’ve spent more of my Christian life in these times than out. It’s kind of the norm. Don’t worry, I’m finally getting help.
As is the case with most people experiencing times like this, one of the first casualties is any personal Bible reading. I get to that place where I just don’t want to read the Bible–or, more precisely, I want to, but I just don’t have the spiritual strength to do it (anyone who’s been a Christian for any length of time probably knows what I mean).
But there’s one tool that God has given me that he consistently uses to draw me back to himself. I found myself picking it up again this past week and wanted to to share it all with you.
A year-and-a-half or so ago, when I was going through a particularly harsh season like this, something in me finally broke: I felt like I was simply dying without God’s presence in his word in my life, but I still couldn’t open my Bible.
While I was home visiting my parents, I remembered the words of one of my pastors’ wives in a conversation we had had about how they were trying to disciple their daughter. She had talked about how amazing Children’s Bibles were–their perspectives on the stories, how they explain things, and their passion to clearly communicate the work of God.
My brother was having my parents buy him a new Bible (I think) and so we stopped into the neighborhood Christian bookstore. I ran to the children’s section and began looking through various Children’s Bibles, deciding on this one (pictured above).
I spent the next while going through one story each night (starting from the beginning) and then journaling right on the page about how I saw Christ in that story. It was so helpful. And even now, looking back, I see how God was using this to prepare me for what would come only a month later.
And so, even now, when I find myself going through another one of those “dry seasons”, the one place I know I can go and see God is in this book. And so, every few months or so I find myself flipping open its pages to the next un-journaled story and reading to see how my God has moved among his people, pointing towards his ultimate work of Christ on the cross.
Moral of the story: every Christian should be armed with a good children’s Bible they can turn to when their “grown-up Bible” just seems to have temporarily lost its flavor. So get yours. You will meet God. I promise.