I’m a Sunday school girl; the daughter of parents who took me to church every week. I watched my Dad read his Bible in the mornings and I learned I have a Savior and He loves me and is good. I remember learning the names of the books of the Bible in Sunday school and hearing all the stories. As a young woman I knew I should be reading my Bible, yet I seemed to never get around to it. I was pretty self-sufficient.
In my 30’s I began listening to a pastor teach verse by verse through the Bible on my way to work. My heart was captured and I FINALLY opened my own Bible. And I fell in love with Him and He became my Lord. My heart is sad for the years I lost waiting. Reading my Bible each morning became routine. Fifteen years later, when my husband died, the Holy Spirit constantly brought to mind all of God’s promises that were hidden in my heart and I had access to them even when I couldn’t focus enough to read them.
How did I let this happen? … I am in control.
I feel so alone… You are not alone. I am with you.
My life is over… I know the plans I have for you.
I can’t do this…. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Through the years my reason for reading it has changed. First it was because I should, then it was hunger to know Jesus. Now it is to hear from the Lord and spend time with him. I receive what I need from Him to make it through each new day. I pray and He listens. I read and He speaks. We talk. I’m no longer self-sufficient. Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. Thank you Father, for your love letter to us.
-TAMMY KISKER, PHOTO CIRCA 1996