I have this photograph of my grandfather's mother, Margarete Weinert, in my bathroom, on the vanity. Many days I don't notice it. Some days I do. Often it makes me thankful for the days we live in.
So many women in the past have had hard lives. They had to get up very early to a cold house. Simple everyday tasks involved a great deal of effort, such as laundry, cooking, clothing the household, etc. I don't think I cherish my many "machines" enough.
Other benefits to being a woman nowadays include the ability to read, to vote, to contribute in intellectual arenas that were previously dominated by men. That first one, the ability to read, is a learned ability that I too often take for granted. How much more closed and isolated my life would be without the many words that enrich it. Most seriously, how desperately difficult (I think) my life would be without God's word to be read and studied.
Reading has opened up my life to great responsibility though. Do I really cherish this "gift"? Do I absorb God's gems as a sponge absorbs water, or am I like a freshly waxed car, on which the "water" simply beads off?
I pray that I would treasure God's word. Not simply as the treasure it is, but by pondering it after I read it and by letting it change me.
Psalm 119:103Thank you God for granting me the privilege of reading. Thank you for your word, which I can read. Thank you for the Spirit which changes me because of what I read.
How sweet are Your words to my taste,
Sweeter than honey to my mouth!