I found a permanent home for my flea market project.
It now rests in the butler's pantry by which I walk approximately 10, 000 times a day in my myriad of trips to the pantry to get this or that. I loved what Shannon did with her tray, so I decided to find a good place and good everyday use for mine. Now my made-over tray will do something more for me each week than just look pretty!
Each time I walk by the pantry, I'll be working on this verse to commit it to my memory and my heart. With Sunday's lesson in our young marrieds class at church, I felt convicted to really begin to feed myself rather than be spoon-fed my spiritual sustenance. Jeff--a talented teacher and passionate spiritual leader--spoke to us about our obedience to God. He equated our walk with that of a baby learning to eat. First we are fed just milk from our mother. That's all we can handle. As we get older, we are ready to be spoon-fed our mush. Older still, we can handle chewing solid foods and feeding ourselves. Notice I'm starting with a small bite!
I accepted Christ in 2002, and I still call myself a "new" Christian. It dawned on me that as I've grown in my walk with the Lord, I've aged. I don't have the "excuse" of being new to the faith. I don't want to see my kids grown up in an instant and be the same person in my faith that I was seven years ago. The only way to make that change is to pursue God. To feed myself.
So each week, I'm taking a verse to the tray. To commit it to memory. To be ready at a moment's notice to use God's word. To further His kingdom. To the glory of God.
Not a bad way to start the week!