Our 15-month old son Ezekiel loves lawn mowers. Actually, he loves anything with a motor. Trucks, boats, cars, snow-blowers (even though he hasn’t seen it in action yet), buses, motorcycles. But it’s like he has a sixth sense in regards to mowers. He’ll hear a mower blocks away when I wouldn’t have even noticed it without him pointing it out. He sees mowers hidden in garages, behind bushes, and on the back of trailers out on our walks. And every time he sees one – “Mow! Mow! Mow!”
It’s cute. I love it and I love him.
Zeke’s love for mowers, his excitement at seeing them time after time, his ability to pick out the sound of a lawnmower from all the noises happening outside — its made me think. Its made me think about my love for the Lord. For my excitement at hearing His Word, time after time. About my ability to pick out the voice of the Lord despite all the other noises and busyness going on about me.
Sometimes, I get in a spiritual rut. Scripture honestly doesn’t excite me. Or I feel like I’ve heard it all before. Somehow, along the way, the wonderful gift of salvation, of God’s mercy and grace, of His incredible love, of His righteousness bestowed upon me – became so . . . normal.
And hearing His voice? Sometimes I hardly feel like I have time to hear myself think. Or I wake up slightly early with good intentions to spend time in the Word with the Lord — and Zeke decides it’s a good day to wake up slightly early too.
But I don’t like this rut.
So what do I do?
Maybe my time in the Word with the Lord needs to happen after Zeke is in bed for the evening. Maybe I need to start doing things that actually challenge my faith; that put it into action; things that make me uncomfortable and give Him the glory. Maybe I have my own “church service” during nap time or in those quiet hours of the evening with my husband before we go to bed since Sunday mornings I am so distracted.
Maybe — actually, really — I need to pray for a revived heart. A heart that yearns to grow. A heart that yearns to love. A heart that hears the Word and is changed. A heart that rejoices with the truth no matter how often I’ve heard it.
“Your words were found and I ate them, and Your words became for me a joy and the delight of my heart; for I have been called by Your name, O LORD God of hosts.” – Jeremiah 15:16, NASB (emphasis mine)
May this be the genuine prayer of my heart and desire of my soul.