Just for the record, a “Daily Quiet Time”, is a short (maybe 15 minute) time each morning when we focus our attention on talking to, and listening to, God. It usually begins with reading a Bible verse or two, and a short devotional from some brother or sister or group, concerning our lives and our hearts as Christians, and writing in a journal the main point of the verse and the devotional. It ends with a period of sitting (or kneeling) alone, in the Presence of God, and thinking about what I’ve read, how it applies to my life and what is happening to me today, and listening for God to tell me what I should do or think about it. That’s where the revelations come in. Do you know that verse/passage in Matthew 11:25-28, where Jesus is talking to God, and He says, “I thank You, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that You have hidden these things from the wise and prudent and have REVEALED them to babes.
I haven’t been having a “daily quiet time” all my life. I didn’t know what one was, or even hear the expression till about 10 years ago. I guess I’ve been reading the Bible early in the morning almost every day for maybe 20 years or longer. Long ago I developed this list of Bible verses that I was familiar with, and God told me I should memorize them, as in “Thy Word have I hidden in my heart, that I might not sin against God.” David said that in Psalm 119:11. I figured if I kept reading them over and over, and thinking about them, and trying to remember them, they would gradually soak in, and then maybe God could use me to touch someone’s life by quoting His Word to them at an opportune time. Must’ve been God; ‘cause that has actually happened sometimes.
So whenever it was, I started going down that list, reading one verse, or one passage a day, and thinking about what it meant, and then praying over it, asking God to show me how to apply it to my life. Now I know there are a lot of people doing something similar, and they have been for a long time. I’m just glad I finally woke up. My grandmother was one of those people; even when she was old and nearly blind; she’d still get up every morning, get out her giant-sized magnifying glass, and read the Bible. If she had someone visiting, like me, she’d get them to read the Bible to her. She was a true believer in Jesus. She went right down the row, reading all the way through the Bible: each book, each chapter, each verse, front to back, and then start over at the beginning. God only knows how many times she read it all the way through; I’m sure she lost count. (More about quiet time tomorrow)