Ask God to help you organize your life so that He is always at the center.
Today’s Reading: Numbers 2
Key Verse: Numbers 2:17
And the tabernacle of meeting shall move out with the camp of the Levites in the middle of the camps; as they camp, so they shall move out, everyone in his place, by their standards.
What could’ve been a two-week journey became a 40-year time of testing, learning, rebelling and finally conforming to God’s plan. We find parallels in our lives. Moses kept detailed records of people and events and was careful to journal all that happened. They had prepared for this while still in Egypt. Originally, the Children of Israel, and Pharaoh, thought this was to be just a camping trip for several days. Even if that had been the case, the logistics of moving so many people required organizational genius. Their tents would’ve covered several square miles. What a sight it must have been. Always, the Ark, the Tabernacle and the spiritual leaders were at the center. The way in which they were to travel and camp was a constant reminder that God was to occupy the central place in their lives.
PRAYER FOR TODAY:
Lord God, I ask for Your help in organizing my life so that You are always at the center. I desire You to be the focal point of my attention. Please grant me the grace so that I will be conscious 24/7 of Your presence. In Jesus’ Name I pray. Amen!
100 PERSONAL WORDS:
As long as I can remember, God was honored daily in our family life. My mother and sisters read to me from Hurlbut’s Stories of the Bible for children. I prayed every evening before bed, “Now I lay me down to sleep…” During the years of the Second World War, when my Dad was away, Mother led in daily Bible reading and prayer at the breakfast table. Dad arrived home in time for Christmas of 1944 and took over those duties. I never questioned that God was at the center of our lives. Mother died when I was 12, and Dad and I were home alone most of the time that year. He soldiered on with the same pattern of life. He also made lumpy porridge, and I tried not to complain. I would see his Bible open at the place where he was reading for his private devotions when I arrived downstairs each morning. The importance I place on this devotional had its roots back there, I’m sure.