Psalm 119:11
I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you. Praise be to you, O LORD; teach me your decrees.
Digging in a flower bed one warm day last fall, I came across a bone. A bone buried by Harmony the Collie. I know that because I recall giving it to her. But she immediately took it off and hid it. Why? Who knows.
But more importantly I think she has forgotten it. Harmony no longer knows where that bone is, or has any memory of the day she placed it in the midst of the marigolds. A perfectly good bone, no longer of any use. Not even to the flowers.
I can testify that I have buried a few bones throughout the flowerbeds of life, and I have forgotten where most of them are. These bones are the Words of the Lord. Words imparted by the One who loves me. Words of wisdom that He knew I would one day need. Words given with insight and love. Words meant to shape and guide. Words. His Words.
But after that special quiet time when He gave them to me I went out into the world and buried them. I dug a hole of worry and dropped those words into it, and pushed a pile of work and stress over them, then quickly turned and walked away, never to return.
And it’s not like that was a one time occurrence. No, the yard of my life is littered with mounds and holes where these words have been stored and then forgotten. I must find them. I have to return to where they were hidden and uncover the truths contained therein. Where to look?.
Why that’s easy, no mystery there. I need only go back to the place where He gave them to me. There is no end to that which He has for us, and in the quiet of the morning He will show once again the treasure of His words to all who search. Next time I will know a better place to hide them. I’ll hide them in my heart. There they will never be lost again.
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