It ain't easy

My Labrador retriever has a favorite game to play. We put food inside this cube that has a small hole in it and she bats it and chases it all around my den until she has gotten all the food out. Of course, the less food there is the harder she has to work to get it out. Sometimes she tires of the game before she gets all the food and just brings the cube to me to put away.

I am so much like Squirt it is not funny. As long as it is easy to feed myself from God's word, I am right there digging and getting fed. You know, it's easy to see that love is what Christianity is measured by and how love is suppose to act and what fruit we are suppose to exhibit when filled with the Holy Spirit.

It is like that story that I have heard so often. The Sunday School teacher is before her class teaching and she tells them to tell her what she is describing. She says, "It lives in a tree, is furry, has a bushy tail, and eats nuts." A hand immediately goes up in the back. She calls on little Johnny and he answers, " It sounds like a squirrel, but in Sunday School the answer is always Jesus."

That is the way I live my life sometimes. The answer is in fact Jesus but I don't delve any deeper to see what He would say to the darkest corners of my heart. Like Squirt, I don't want to work for the morsel that is down deepest in the Word. I just pick up my Bible and set it down because it has gotten too hard to deal with what I have read.

One thing I want to try to do from now on is be willing to allow God to speak to all of my heart and soul even though I don't like what I see and hear. I want the courage to take in the correction that I see and stop walking away saying that it is just too hard.

Now that I have the time to read my Bible and have my quiet time, I want to persevere and get out the last morsel of spiritual food. Won't you join me?