Last summer we put hardwood floors in much of the downstairs in our house. In the days before the installers came, the furniture was taken out and baseboards removed. As I stood in the empty space the evening before installation began, I knew there was one more thing I wanted to do.
I sat on the floor with my Bible and found some well-worn pages. I thought I’d copy just a few verses on the old linoleum and particleboard, but wound up staying late into the night. There were just so many promises that had been important to me-- verses God had given me when I had cancer, when my mother was dying, and when my children were babies. Scripture rolled across my memory from thirty years of walking with the Lord. I just didn’t know where to stop. The rest of the family added verses the next morning, too. When the workers came, hardly a square yard of floor space remained blank.
In Deuteronomy 11:20, Moses tells the Israelites to write God’s words “…on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates…”
So, I may be moving on from the floors to the doors, too. I think I need to buy more markers though. As I remember, the reason I finally went to bed that night last year is I used up my permanent markers.