Anyone else been a Christ follower since childhood only to discover in your adulthood how much you have to learn and grow?  My cocky little "I'm a lifer" attitude has been humbled.  The older I get, the less I realize I know.   Oh, I've certainly grown sure of my commitment to follow Him.  Yet, even still, I can't seem to shake this vicious cycle of letting a busy day deter me from time with Him.  Before I know it, a few days have gone by and I am simply off kilter and running on fumes.  Yes, indeed.  When will I ever learn?  

One of the most recent epiphanies in this exciting journey of pursuing God is just how little I believe Him.  Oh, I believe IN Him.  And, often, I do believe Him. 


But, for one glaring huge vacuum that seems to be the root of much angst.  I must confess here that I don't tend to believe Him or take him at his word about how limitless He is.  I've been a Bible student for decades, and actually now realize that it's an important aspect of my faith walk.  I simply need to be involved in some type of organized Bible study or going through a Bible study book in order to keep myself on track.  Unlike my husband, I can't seem to get the hang of just sitting down with my Bible alone as my main study discipline.

So, I've read the Beth Moores, the Jennifer Rothschilds, the Priscilla Shirers.  I've even done BSF (Bible Study Fellowship)--and I started on the year of the Israel and the Minor Prophets.  If you've completed that study you know the homework was like, "read this entire book today and then answer these in-depth questions...tomorrow read these two books," and so on and so forth.  Still I pressed on.  I can quote you lots of details about Noah and Abraham and Jonah.  I can make a list a mile long of all the great miracles of the Old and New Testament.

But, still...I tend to box God into those miracles as his past works.  As in, I don't expect them in the present day.  I don't believe Him that he can and WILL still perform those types of miracles.  I'm talking the tiny and big burdens of my little life.  I tote them around, and maybe hand them over momentarily before I grab them back with an attitude of, "I'll do it myself!"

Yep, 41 years old.  Following Christ since age 4.  And still a toddler in my spiritual life.  

But yesterday, I spent some time in Exodus 15--because I'm in between Bible studies and a friend posted verse 11 on Facebook.  It caught my eye since I just wrapped up Priscilla Shirer's study of the exodus of the Israelites.