[Note: I originally wrote this in the fall of 2017, the first time I listened to the entire Bible in a year.]
Just get to the point, God!
I’ve been reading Ezekiel lately. And by “reading” I of course mean “listening to” because Mama Ain’t Got Time To Read. Most of the time I’m incredibly thankful for my audio Bible because it allows me to spend time in the Word of God during a stage of life when I otherwise wouldn’t. But there are times when the audio Bible starts to get inconvenient, and those times are mainly the sections of the Bible where I would totally skip over skim if I were actually reading it on paper. (Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about! Show me someone who says they love it when they reach the third set of genealogies in Chronicles, and I’ll show you someone who’s breaking the 9th commandment.)
It’s really difficult to try to convey the feelings of loss that memory stirred up within me. I felt gut-punched to be confronted by this former self whose life was so defined by books, when nowadays books – actual, physical books – play almost no part in my life. It felt like glimpsing a ghost. Because the woman who wrote that in 2013 is gone.
Oh goody, another blog! Said no one ever.