Lest you think I am holy, here’s what this week has been like for me.
I yelled at my husband for leaving a copy of The Passage on my bedtime table. I desperately want to reread the whole 900 pages of it because the sequel is coming out, but obviously, I can’t, until after my 31 days.
This forced me to actually tell him what I was doing with the whole 31 day thing.
He knew I was writing devotionals, but he didn’t know why. I hadn’t had the courage to even tell my husband!
I got mad when Southern Living came in the mail. I want to dig in and read it, especially the last page by Rick Bragg. I relish his writing.
Sometimes I stare at my bookshelf in longing.
And then I realize why I am doing this fast: because often I long for stories over The Great Story, the one that is saving me every day. I don’t think it’s abnormal or bad to like to read stories, but lusting after them over God’s Word is not OK. At least not for me. Not anymore.
So I’m pressing on.