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My personal times with the Lord are just that, "personal" I cherish the times alone which I have to reflect and mediate on scripture and the Lord's voice on my life. When I am alone the thoughts and convictions of the word on my heart penetrate deep, forcing me to reckon with them and consider my walk with the Lord. It is truly heart wrenching for me to sit in silence and hear the voice of scripture in my mind, whether from memory or reading. I especially grow with the Lord when I have come home from tumultuous times with many people, just to step away from culture and society, come to the alter alone and broken. The depth of my depravity becomes so apparent, I can hardly perceive how I survived an hour without this solace, yet it empowers me to go for days.
           
I believe the work the spirit renews in me comes strongly from times of solitude, reflection on my life and my heart. Many practices of scripture memorization equip me with endless recitations of scripture with which to saturate my conscience. I hope to strength this ability and pool of scripture, through further memorization and greater tendencies towards recalling them. If I allow scripture to resonate in my mind, separate from the voices of the world, I become empowered and driven for change. The memorization of God's word encourages me to truly live the word, penetrating my soul and dividing my flesh. I can only function with it and through it, as this this dependency grows the more, I memorize and recall devours me, I passionately praise the Lord for such a privilege.

In the process of personal time with the Lord and memorizing scripture I enjoy, reading the word of God aloud. Reenacting the voice I imagine God gave these true believers and followers of His person. By truly verbalizing the scriptures, they come alive, the truth of the word becomes undeniable and my behavior, undependable. What a powerful force it is to voice the word of God, nothing has convicted me as much as hearing my own voice condemning or applauding my position in Christ. It is an honor to have the voice of those that heard God's own, penetrating my ears through the voice God gave me. I can so easily become callous to the words I speak; yet with the knowledge that I am using my voice to communicate God's plan and passion, I am forced to engage my soul and enact the truths I know.
           
God's scripture in a time of silence and solitude breaks me, bringing me to my knees and destroying my fleshly desires. I thank our father profusely for the unworthy gift of His word and the conviction of the Holy Spirit. His word truly engulfs my being, purging my desires and transforming my essence. It is an experience I am most thankful, can never be taken away, and is promised to us through His word.
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