Book stacked on top of book.
Different translations of the Word.
Cluttered yet clean.
Restless, yet at peace.
Those books, all those Christian literature, are not there so I can mark it off my Christian checklist. These are because I truly want to know God.
No, no. Not know more about Him. I want to know Him.
Those books teach me more of who He is and more of who I am. What a blessing it is to read someone else's sentence and know you're not alone.
That journal? It's there so I can sing His praises and tell Him my sorrows. It's there to celebrate the joys and remember the hard times. I look back and see His faithfulness and my sinfulness. I look back and see His goodness and my joy in it.
The Word. There are many translations... I need the ones that speak clearly to me. The ones that aren't in some crazy code that I have to figure out to know what He says. No, I need the ones that make you dig a little, but not so much that you can't clearly understand what He says.
I mess up every single day. This life is hard and my sin makes it harder. Romans 7 was meant for me. Indeed, I am the worst sinner and He is the great Savior.
I may act like a Pharisee at times, but today I just want to know Him.