Throw me another bone, please!
I haven't had a dog in years now, but I remember the extreme joy and passion my pooch would exhibit whenever I brought home a bone for her. She'd waggle every part of her hind quarters and tail, almost trembling in delight over the promised ecstasy of the treat. For hours, she'd gnaw away at that treat, savoring each and every morsel. In short order, the bone would be picked clean of any sign of grizzle, remaining meat, and even sometimes much of the bone itself would be chewed down. I'd hear her working on that thing for hours - sometimes having to take it away from her at night just so we'd be able to get to sleep! She'd always see where I'd put it up out of her reach, knowing full-well where to find it the next day. There she'd be sitting as soon as I woke up - ready to take on the task of chewing on it again. Such persistence and perseverance. I wonder if we have this same kind of reaction to God's Word? Righteous chews on ...