Ironing is SO not my favorite thing. I will do just about anything to avoid it. I even throw my shirts and pants back into the dryer just to avoid the chore. This cooler weather allows my sweaters to cover a multitude of ironing sins. Don’t tell me you’ve never ironed only the collar of a shirt to be worn under a sweater while knowing no one will ever see the hidden wrinkles. I have discovered friends who actually spend blocks of time ironing every piece of clothing their family owns. They wouldn’t be caught dead with wrinkled sleeves – seen or unseen. But, I’m not made that way. When it comes to ironing, shortcuts are permissible.
However, there are shortcuts which may be permissible, but not beneficial. I have a little devotional book I often read in the mornings and I also receive daily blogs through my email. Both offer me a few scriptures and give me much to think about, but they are shortcuts. They get my mental processes flowing, but don’t really get God into my heart. The only way that happens for me is to really get into the word and listen to what God is telling me. I love LeGard Smith’s The Daily Bible in Chronological Order. Reading this all the way through allowed me to put the events of the Bible in order and understand how the Old and New Testaments fit together. It also showed me how Jesus is the miraculous thread that runs the length of the Bible. Colossians 3:16 says, “Let the message about Christ, in all its richness, fill your lives. Teach and counsel each other with all the wisdom he gives.” I need more than just a few brief minutes of reading a blog or devotion in the morning to allow Christ to fill my life. If I am going to be able to share that message with others I need to spend time in the Word. I need to remember Psalm 1:2, “But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night.” Meditating doesn’t sound like a shortcut to me. Maybe the time I save on ironing should be spent meditating.
The best benefit of spending time with God comes when I actually try applying what I’ve learned. I can’t let good works or smooth talk hide the wrinkles of my heart. I must take time to let God smooth out every ripple of temptation that Satan would love to turn into a misplaced crease. Occasionally, God’s words press down on me with a heavy hand and I am convicted. Other times His gentle touch is all I need to encourage me.
I’ll have to admit I do like standing in front of the mirror wearing freshly pressed clothes. It makes me feel good to know I am presentable. That’s what I want to be when I stand before the throne of God – presentable. I want to have a confident heart that has not been wrinkled by doubt, fear or insecurity. I want every seen and unseen sleeve of my life to be crisply pressed with the knowledge of God. I want that for you too. Let’s go meditate.