My Portion And My Inheritance
Thursday February 14, 2019
Every morning I open a little book of daily scripture readings, and as I do so, I am asking God, “what do You want me to learn?”
Most days I have to dig into the words, using Bible Gateway to read the different Biblical translations, finding the words that speak into my heart.
Today, the words were crystal clear.
They were from Numbers 18:20: I am your portion and your inheritance.
And they were echoed again in Psalms 6:5-6: YOU, O LORD, are the portion of my inheritance and my cup (my chosen portion). YOU maintain, support, and hold my lot.
And again in Lamentations 3:24, He once more reminds me: “The LORD is my portion and my inheritance” says my soul, “therefore I hope in Him!” I have hope in Him and wait expectantly for Him.
I have been following a reading plan to read through the Bible and have just finished Exodus. I have been amazed at how many times the promise made to Abraham of the promised land 400 years before, was still being repeated over again.
The Israelite children had forgotten to remember the promise and covenant that had sustained them for 400 years in captivity, and once they had been set free, it never crossed their minds.
The words from Numbers 18 were being said directly to these people. I am your portion and your inheritance, and still they would forget, and so would I.
He is my portion and my inheritance. He is all I need.
Fifty years ago as an 18 year old high school senior, I went on a date with the boy who became my husband.
Fifty years later, we will return to that high school hang out to celebrate with our daughter and 2 grandchildren, our family whom we had no idea of having 50 years ago.
I pondered the last 50 years, and everywhere I looked I saw God’s fingerprints on our lives and our decisions and our mistakes and our victories. He never left and He always provided. He has always been all we have needed.
Bob and I were not thinking of Bible verses and truth be known, we didn’t know this verse existed, but that night 50 years ago was the first tentative step in the journey of us.
We didn’t know His plans for us. We didn’t know the mountain top highs and the dark valleys He would lead us through, but something was there because we took the first tentative steps to a commitment that would find fulfillment 4 years later.
This inheritance from Him was there that Valentine’s night 50 years ago. It has always been there, sometimes in the far distance with only brief glimpses as we grew up in our faith, and sometimes it was the very life line we clung to when we saw no other way.
Hindsight is always 20/20, and what we could not see, or even fathom, is crystal clear to our aging eyes,
We now look toward our promised inheritance and cherish our portion, and three parts of that portion will celebrate the beginning of the story of us tonight.
“The Lord is my portion and my inheritance . . . therefore I have hope in Him and wait expectantly.”
I pray that part of our inheritance will be the passing of the hope, and the expectation of His return, to our children and grandchildren.
Fifty years ago two “kids” went on a double date. Bob spent 50 cents for two sweet teas and an order of French fries. And our life together began and God was present.
God is the rock and the strength of my heart. He is all I need. He is my portion.
Amen and amen and amen.