“If you are pleased with me, teach me your ways so I may know you and continue to find favor with you. Remember that this nation is your people.”” Exodus? ?33:13??
This one’s shorter—just a little insight into what the Lord has been teaching me lately. My prayer for a while has been for the Lord to make me into a reliable man of the gospel. Like Moses asks the Lord in Exodus 33, I’ve been asking Him to teach me his ways and write scripture on my heart. 2 Corinthians 1: 21 talks about how it’s the Lord who makes us stand firm in the gospel; it’s the Lord who makes us fully reliable. I want to be made fully reliable. I want scripture to be so carved into my being that I can’t help but speak life. I know I’m not there yet, but I’m learning to trust in the promises of the Lord and I’m seeing fruit already. So, I’ll repeat, “teach me Your ways so I may know you and continue to find favor with you.”
As a bonus for reading, here’s a poem I wrote for one of my squad mates in exchange for a pack of oatmeal. It’s called “oatmeal. a poem.”
oatmeal. a poem.
By Jordan Kouri
I ate the last spoonful of my jar of peanut butter.
I bought the chunky kind cause I thought it would fill me better.
It didn’t
And now I’m left with this hunger pain
In my stomach underneath my mega paca stained
T shirt
It’s sleeves are torn and the collar damaged,
But unlike my stomach it’s pain can be bandaged
By thread
And a needle,
bob and weave
I’ll sew the sleeves,
But the colors bleed,
Like a skinned knee,
Reminding me,
That I still need,
Some remedy,
For the pain that keeps,
Me from sleep.
So I’ll ask for a bag of oatmeal,
I’ll trade, I’ll barter, I’ll make you a deal.
Okay?
Whatever you want, name your price,
Give me any flavor, your least favorite kind
It’ll do
And I’ll thank you that my cries were heard,
I’ll write a poem, painting pictures through word.
I’ll savor every bite.
And I’ll know that tonight,
That though my stomach may be heavy,
My heart will be light.
Oatmeal
