“My heart has heard you say, ‘Come and talk with me.’
And my heart responds, ‘Lord, I’m coming.’”
-Psalm 27:8

Two years ago, this psalm slowly worked its way into my memory. There are so many meaningful, impactful verses in it—it feels like a power psalm. It has anchors I return to again and again, and verse 8 is one of them.

This is the verse that gets me out of bed in the morning. A gentle nudge that promises something good will be discovered. Life abundant. A quiet, divine stirring that whispers there is more to this life than the hustle, the noise, and the daily grind.

I wake up early to spend time with the Lord. That used to feel so difficult—especially in the years when I had babies, who turned into toddlers, who turned into young children who didn’t sleep through the night. But it was in that season that I learned to treasure His Word. It was then that I read the Bible cover to cover for the first time.

And here is what is so wonderful: what once felt challenging—almost impossible—has become second nature. More than that, it has become, arguably, the best part of my day.

It’s not a checkbox; it’s a lifeline.
It’s not a have to; it’s a want to.
It’s not an obligation; it’s a relationship.

Scripture is where life comes alive for me. It is poetry and story, history and wisdom. No, I don’t understand all of it—but there is beauty in that too. There is always more to discover, more to uncover. Like treasure buried in a field. Like an excavation site with a million hidden wonders waiting beneath the surface.

Being able to return to Scripture again and again is one of the reasons I never grow tired of it. It steadies me when I don’t know what to say. It quiets my anxious thoughts when they begin to rage. Scripture helps me see the world through God’s perspective, not my own. It aligns me with what He says is good and true and right.

I still hear it, even now.

Come and talk with me.

Do you hear Him, too?