This last year I put all my daily devotionals away. For over thirty years I read Cowman’s devotionals Streams in the Desert and Springs in the Valley.
Sometimes I would add Oswald Chamber’s, My Utmost For His Highest. A few times over the years I added Corrie ten Booms. Usually with hers, because they were so short, I read ahead trying to extract as much blessing, thoughts, knowledge wisdom into the short time it took to read them.
But, when the lock-downs and mask-ups started, I became super serious with God, feeling only the Bible would do for extracting truth from. Only God’s direct word.
I pursued Him- I pressed in I focused on Him. I couldn’t imagine a devotional having enough life or relevance in it to deal with the horrific circumstances we were now a part of.
Had I forgotten both E.B.Cowman’s and Corrie ten Boom’s devotionals were written during World War II- a most terrible time?
So I ventured again. I picked my devotional from Cowman out of the basket. The print was faded, the book was held together by duct tape.
The days devotional began with a poem. Certainly a poem could not suffice for all our crazies, I did not slow myself to read it, instead I skipped to the next part. I couldn’t relate. It was not enough.
The Bible was the only words that would do.
