My son, pay attention to what I say;
turn your ear to my words.
Do not let them out of your sight,
keep them within your heart;
for they are life to those who find them
and health to one’s whole body.
Above all else, guard your heart,
for everything you do flows from it.
- protect somebody or something: to protect somebody or something against danger or loss by being vigilant and taking defensive measures
- one assigned to protect or oversee another
For as long as I can remember [well almost as long], I’ve both heard and read the Proverbs scripture. But you know when I read this Word a few days ago, it was again fresh and new. God is so good to remind me – every single day I renew my mind to His Truth. He transforms me. He is in the business of changing my life.
I started thinking about how through many years I’ve sat through many different Bible studies, different sermons, different teachings.
I had listened. I had heard God’s Word. [But . . .
I would count myself in attendance. Smiling, nodding my head in acknowledgment, I even took my notes. All the while patting myself on the back for my head knowledge. . . ]
But something was still missing.
Problem: My head was getting it, but it was like my heart wasn’t working right. I wasn’t always willing to listen to my Guard on duty – the Spirit. I wasn’t always confident of His presence and leading. The borders around my heart were compromised. It was a problem of my heart.
For a season, I put the Word aside. Yes, I had my reasons . . . or at least that’s what I told myself. Oh, I would open the covers of my well-worn leather Bible. But I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes and my ears were simply going through the motions. I needed what my friend Laurie calls God’s CPR.
God’s CPR is taking the Word and pouring it in so it penetrates into your heart. It has to go beyond head knowledge. Just like in real CPR, I needed my heart to be “pressed” so the Truth would circulate through my mind AND my heart just like the life-giving oxygen God breathed into me the day I was born.
During that season I felt deserted, rejected by just about everyone around me. I felt used. I felt I had no real purpose. Life for me was just going through the motions. I was renewing my mind everyday to something, but that something was not the Truth. As alone as I felt, something kept telling me I wasn’t alone. I recognized the voice of my Guard on duty ~ the Spirit. It was such a beautiful whisper.
Answer: Instead of me doing all the “talking” with God telling Him how I needed this taken care of and that solved, wallowing in a good pit of self-pity, questioning why – – – I was simply quiet and I listened. Quietly listening with my broken-heartedness, paying close attention to the words and the phrases the Spirit poured into my heart to heal and transform me.
I knew I couldn’t do CPR on myself! I had to decide who I was going to believe . . . my thoughts or His Truth.
Is something causing you to feel overpowered, controlled, defeated? Which voice are you listening to?