The first Bible verse I remember memorizing is "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. Gen. 1:1." The first song I wrote was a totally rockin' song accompanied by a lot of heavy metal guitars, bass, and driving drums. "Adam and Eve in the garden. It was Adam and Eve in the garden. [now I get to that screaming, crazed-out-of-my-head part] THEY GOT THROWN OUT OF THAT GARDEN. It was Adam and Eve in the garden." I was 4 years old. (I've written LOTS of scripture songs since then and they can be purchased at http://bqpowers.com/.)
I've always had the Bible in my life. As a pastor, it was my dad's top tool-of-the-trade. As a mother, it was the Domestic Diva's top tool-of-the-trade too! I watched my mother read the Bible every day of my life. Every school year, when buying new school supplies, a Bible was always part of those purchases.The psalmist David wrote "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." (Psalms 119:105) After a lifetime of having the word in my life, this is my testimony as well.
When my children were a couple of toddlers, still diapered and sporting that baby waddle, I remember walking with them to my mother's house. She lived an acre away and we walked a dirt path through large, ancient oak trees. After a storm, or alot of rain, it was common for there to be limbs lying across our path, or large streamers of Spanish moss. One particular time after a heavy rainfall, we ventured out to visit my mom. I was carrying my son Madison on my hip, while holding the hand of my daughter Morgan. It was dark out already and I was walking extra cautiously, careful not trip over unseen debris. I realized how badly I could hurt one of my children if I fell! (2 Samuel 4:4) I remember thinking rather glumly, "Wow. This really is the epitome of parenting. We don't know what we're doing. We're just doing our best to keep our kids focused on the path of life." Immediately, I felt God's Spirit check me and say, "Not if you're reading my word; my Word will illuminate your way as you guide your children."
Now that they're 12 & 13 years old, there are days that I'm at a loss or understandably confused; days when her tears baffel me, and his need for rough & tumble irritates me to no end.
But then, I read a scripture that seems totally unrelated and, BAM! I receive insight on each situation.
The Bible really is exactly as my mother exemplified; The Domestic Diva's Daily Designer!