God a Day

By Paul Hughes / March 30, 2012

My sister gave me a “page-a-day” calendar for Christmas. Michele’s not as fond of them, because of all the paper I think she says. For me, it seems the perfect item: you tear one off, and bam! you’re done. Though it is a lot of paper …

But mine is Bible verses, and it’s a great jolt to the morning. And to handle the paper, I toss the scraps every week or so ; ) and I’ve taken to pasting a few in my “at-a-glance” planner, then tossing the scraps left over from that.

(Yes, I possess both of these paper relics.)

So yesterday’s was Psalm 62:1 —

My soul finds rest in God alone;
my salvation comes from Him.

The ESV link adds that this resting is “in silence” and it’s said that’s often the hardest part, but I think it’s the resting.

We’re silent when we have to be: breathing, listening, at the movies.

But silence? It’s golden because it’s so rare.

It was a good reminder for the day — heck for the next minute and a half after I plucked it from the cardboard calendar body, before the morning at home began to sizzle and pop like the Canadian bacon in the frying pan. Then the eggs, nectarines, strawberries, juice, bagel, cream cheese, and the vitamins.

(No, not every breakfast is like this.)

But nearly every day with this calendar is.

I know, I know —

proof-text alert! …
one verse a day is not a memorization program! …
context, context, context! …

I still like it for what it does, which is remind me of Him.

And today’s is Philippians 4:8.

How could you go wrong?

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