My dog Harley loves it when I come home. He stands by the door in expectation. He waits for me to take him outside and let him run around in the backyard. As soon as he comes back in the house, he grabs one of his toys and stands by my side. He looks up at me with wide eyes, waiting for me to pull on the toy. I do. And it's slobbery...really slobbery. Ugh! :) I guess I can't fault a dog for loving his toys.
I thought of Harley when I read part of today's passage. Take a look:
Righteous chews on wisdom like a dog on a bone,
rolls virtue around on his tongue.
His heart pumps God's Word like blood through his veins;
his feet are as sure as a cat's.
It's a different type of Scripture passage, but I love the imagery. We're not literally supposed to chew on wisdom or God's Word--but it's supposed to be something we love with the same zeal that Harley has for his beloved toys. We're supposed to speak virtue--to let God's Word flow through us as if it's part of our DNA. To slobber Scripture? Not exactly...but to let it ground us, like the purposeful steps of cat. (Sorry, Harley!) :)
Tomorrow: Psalm 40-45
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