Ever heard of Professor Horner’s Bible reading plan? It’s a system of reading the Bible where you read 10 chapters a day, in ten different areas of the Bible. Cool right? You read through the Bible in 8 months!
As I talked I could see Troy’s eyes glaze over. And then came my husband’s feet-planted-on-the-ground wisdom. “Are you really going to do this? Do you have time? What if you get behind? Is this really the season to undertake this?” and finally “you really like extreme commitments don’t you?…”
uhmmm… yes. I do. For some reason I REALLY like seeing something huge and looking it in the face and saying yes. This isn’t always a great quality because it can lead to unfinished projects and biting off more than I can chew. I have found though, if you have people to walk with, people to tackle things with, its amazing what you can accomplish. Running a marathon, spending time in Afghanistan, these are things I did while partnering with some amazing people.
As I talked this latest idea through with Troy we decided to give this system 30 days – and that we would both do it. We will reevaluate on May 10th and see if it’s working.
Here’s how it works. This morning I read Matthew 1, Genesis 1, Romans 1, 1 Thessalonians 1, Job 1, Psalm 1, Proverbs 1, Joshua 1, Isaiah 1, and Acts 1. All of these books are the first books on ten different lists. Tomorrow I will read the 2nd chapter of each of those books and so on. If I follow this, in one year I will have read through the Gospels four times, the Pentateuch twice, Paul’s letters 4-5 times, OT wisdom literature 6 times, the Psalms twice, Proverbs and Acts twelve times and OT History and the Prophetic books about 1 1/2 times.
Here is what I am aiming for: Word saturation. I need so much to have God’s word pouring over my life. I want it imprinted on my heart and coming out of my mouth over my children. I am especially excited about this system because of the broad covering of scripture you get on a daily basis.
To answer Troy’s questions.
“Am I really going to do this?” Yes. At least for 30 days. He talked me down from vowing to do it for the rest of my life.
“Do I have time?” Yes. I believe I do. This morning it took me about 40 minutes total to finish my reading. Honestly, a little less facebook, a little less tv and a little more commitment: voila. What better way to spend my time?
“What if I get behind?” I’m keeping my goal at Word saturation. Even if I read two or three chapters a day that’s a win. If I miss a day I won’t play catch up, I will just continue the next day.
“Is this really the season for this?” Yes. If ever I needed God’s Word it’s as I learn to parent these precious little people that are my children. Now is the time.
One of the problems I have had in the past with a Bible reading system is that quiet times can get to feel like a chore that I need to cross off my list instead of a living relationship with Jesus. As I undertake these 30 days I want to make it a priority to not just read, but to listen to what He is saying.
A few things people have recommended that use this plan:
- Use one Bible, an actual hard copy. You will get to know your Bible inside and out
- Read quickly not stopping to look up cross references etc.
So I’m off. If you want to join us do! Or if you have a system you have found that works for you, leave a comment and let us know.
Tears streamed down her face, heart crumbling as they laid him in a tomb. All hope was gone.
As Mary neared the tomb she saw the stone rolled away and felt her heart sink further. Someone had taken His body away, taking all she had left of Him. Mary stood there weeping. Tears of despair, tears of loss, tears of longing.
“Don’t cling to me,” Jesus said, “for I haven’t yet ascended to the Father. But go find my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”
Even yesterday as she was eating dinner we were having a conversation about the fact that mama has a mama who lives with Jesus. (We’ve been talking a lot about Jesus… that’s a whole other post) and she looked at me with her big brown eyes and asked “Are they coming?”… my throat tightened and quick tears came but my resounding response was “Yes!”.
Someday my precious girl. Because of the sacrifice of Jesus and His crushing of death you will get to meet your Grandma. Because of Him you can live a life in freedom and joy. Because of Him you are loved more then you can imagine. It makes Mama’s heart so full of joy.
I have funny memories of the weekly bread ritual such as running to the store with mom while the bread was rising and coming home to dough overflowing onto the counter. Mom would laugh and gather it all up and quickly make it into loaves.
When I came home as a 23 year old to take care of her while she was battling cancer she taught me how to make bread myself. As she taught me how to form the dough into loaves we laughed and laughed as she tried to put to words something that she had done expertly for decades. My loaves were lumpy and lopsided and hers were perfect.
After Mom passed away I continued to make bread while I was at home with my Dad and Ben for the following year. It was a piece of her that I could hold onto somehow and fill our home with the memory of her labor of love. Years passed and life filled with a full time job, ministry, marriage, a baby, a move to Southern California, a house, another baby.
Last year I started making bread again. My trusty Kitchen Aid growled and rumbled through the kneading process but would get so hot that every time I made bread I worried it would die. I began praying for a Bosch. A Bosch is the coolest bread mixer around town. It effortlessly kneads a 6 loaf batch of bread. When December rolled around I opened a big box and tears of joy rolled down my face. A shiny Bosch! I have been making bread ever since. Sometimes Ellie helps. I love it. I love letting Mom’s bread making legacy live on.
If you have shied away making bread in the past because it seemed overwhelming and complicated let me encourage you to try it. You don’t have to have a fancy mixer or a bread maker. You can knead by hand or if you have kids old enough let them knead it. It is such a fun experience for kids and truly does fill your house with the smell of homey goodness!
Mom’s Oatmeal Bread
6 Cups boiling water
2 Cups Oats
2 Tbsp Yeast
1 1/2 Cups Honey
1/2 Cup Oil
1 Tbsp Salt (heaping)
15-16 Cups Flour (I do half white, half whole wheat)
Yields 6 loaves
Please note. I usually make 3 loaves which is a simple half of this recipe. I also am by no means a bread expert and am learning as I go. The following is just how I make bread currently and its working for me.
I know have added enough flour when the dough cleans the sides of bowl. I like my dough on the sticky side (it seems to make for a moister loaf) so I stop adding flour usually around cup 15.
I didn’t love it in the beginning – it was so different than anything I had heard before. The lyrics are raw and almost conversational. I finally dug out the album insert to actually find out who this band was and what on earth they were about besides cheerful folksy worship. I loved what I found. The album title is “homemade worship by handmade people”. The whole album was recorded in different homes around Ireland and the world. (they just got so cool right there – didn’t they?) In their own words “we refused to make an album in a studio separate from our normal lives. Humanity and the divine are what we are celebrating here, not with polish and perfection, but with authenticity.”
Lyrically they are spot on and so real. I’m married to a gifted song writer and I see him in action on a daily basis. He’s always singing to Ellie and Judah. Troy’s songs for the kids are about what they are currently doing and I’m constantly amazed at his ability to put words together, on the fly, that make sense and sound right. A few days ago he was in the living room with Ellie and she was dancing and he was singing. Each time she did a new move he incorporated it into his song. This is what this album reminds me of lyrically. It’s about living life with God in the daily and the raw. I love it. They also threw a hymn in there that is a beautifully redone version of “Be Thou my Vision”.
Here is a sample of one of my favorites:
Christ Has Set Me Free
You open horizons in my life/ Of limitless /And cloudless hope
You defy the gravity in me/ And give wings to / My flightlessness
Christ has set me free / From negativity / From impossibility
Christ has set me free / All hope has been released / O Christ has set me free
You have taught my future how to shine / All the colours of / Eternity
You’ve given my soul the space to breathe / And discover what / It is to simply be
Listen to Christ Has Set Me Free
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I find myself chuckling frequently at this latest development. But then I got to thinking. Ellie’s fear of hair is ridiculous right? Yet in the past year I have experienced more fear than I have known in my whole previous 32 years. In my mind my fear is much more legitimate and realistic than Ellie’s fear. Yet as I hear Ellie’s cries for help in the bathtub – I KNOW that she is okay. I know that the hair headed her way will cause her no harm. In my grown up world I feel my fears are for real. I have experienced a little bit of tragedy in my life and I have feared the idea that more could be “heading my way”. Yet my Jesus is never alarmed by my cries from the bathtub. He knows the beginning and the end and He knows I am safe. His Presence is with me. Always. The road may hold challenges and pain but there is victory in Him. And ultimately eternity healed and whole. This brings my heart peace and makes my fear recede. I recently read a verse that shall be my mantra for the next few whiles.
“Put your hope in the LORD. Travel steadily along his path. He will honor you by giving you the land. You will see the wicked destroyed.” Psalm 37:34
This says to me: Look expectantly to Jesus for good, confidently move forward, He rewards faith, you WILL have victory.
Parenting has taught me so much about God’s heart for His children. It has also taught me about why Jesus talks about having faith like children. In Ellie’s world things are so simple and straight forward. If I say we are going to the store she collects her snacks and heads to the garage with great excitement. (we should probably get out more) What her mom and dad say is fact and truth in her mind and she acts accordingly. It reminds me to step forward confidently in God’s promises as He is a much better parent then I and simply cannot lie or mislead. Parenting has taught me about the unconditional love that God has for me and about the grace that pours from His heart over my life. I am so aware of the failure in my life and know that God is even more aware of it then I am and I feel shame. But when I look at Ellie – even on her worst day of naughtiness – I am filled with love and grace – and hope for what is to come in her. When I remember that my human heart is a pale reflection of my Father God’s heart i am broken by His love.
I find myself telling each of my children at least once a day that I am going to give them a hundred million kisses. Somewhere deep inside I want them to know that I could never kiss them too many times, could never hug them too much, could never really put words to how much I love them. Today holding Ellie in my lap she wanted to be tickled so I complied and savored every second of the peels of laughter and the rosy cheeks and the sparkly brown eyes. Judah giggled today for the first time and what could be more precious honestly? His fat baby chins that responded to mama’s “tickle tickle” and mama’s ridiculous cooing noises. I’m savoring these moments with joy and with a bit of pain too. I wish so much I could tell my mom how much i love her – I don’t doubt she knew i just want to tell her again and again how precious she is to me. How thankful i am for her unconditional love and patience. How thankful i am for her example of what a wife and mother should be. There is pain in knowing that others have said goodbye to their babies long before the natural time. This pain makes me squeeze my babies tighter. It makes me put down the laundry that I am folding and take the sticky hand beckoning me “c’mon mama – outside!”. I love my children. They are gifts from my Jesus to be cherished and treasured… and yet to always know they are His and that He loves and cherishes them more then I ever could. I love knowing that He has good things ahead for them! He is so good to me to love my babies the way He does. I think really He is the ultimate source of a hundred million kisses.