It's humbling to know that before I wrote the first word on this blog, God knew it completely. He not only knew the word before it came off my tongue (or my thoughts onto a keypad), He is familiar with all my ways -- my going out and my lying down, when I sit and when I rise. He has already searched me and knows me.
Why can't I remember these words written by the Psalmist when I am discouraged, downtrodden, or distressed?
Why can't I remember the many truths found in Scripture?
Why can't I take hold of the promises that are written for me?
Why . . . because I don't take the time to read, re-read, and meditate on them. God's Word is full of truths and promises that are waiting to become a part of my spiritual existence.
So . . . I plan to spend time at God's Potting Bench -- a place where I can allow God's Word to till my heart the same as when I run my hands through potting soil before planting. Where I know I can trust God's Word to be the light, water, and food I need to grow, just like a plant. I want to go deeper in His Word so I can have a strong foundation, like the strong roots of a healthy plant. The results of my time at God's Potting Bench -- encouragement, peace, and deep roots and good fruit.