This will be a first in many-a-year where I will go without you, Devo.
No, not you, Devo, you who goes around sporting little, red-rimmed hats, whipping it good with eccentric lyrics that stay permanently etched in the brain.
No, I refer to you, my lovely, coveted devotional(s).
It will not be easy to tear away from our brief sentimental encounters each day that feed me a spiritual nugget of truth.
In years, I have become a connoisseur of these little books of devotion.
But, it is time.
I want need more.
I need to learn for myself.
I need to dig deeper.
Ponder longer.
So, the other day I purchased a new journal bible and decided to devote my time to a small portion of scripture, and reflect on what I read.
Maybe by the end of the year I’ll be sing the familiar tune I tend to belt out slightly out of tune, by Olivia Newton John, in which I sing, “hopelessly devoted to you…”
Jesus, I desire more of you. So much so, nothing else will satisfy this longing deep within. I hope to become hopelessly devoted to You.
