Solomon, the wisest man to ever live, made mistakes. So I guess I’m in good company. Not that I am remotely as wise as he, I’m more often than not like the subject he’s preaching to; but I found that to be an interesting thought none the less this morning. That even the wisest man to ever live had days of stupidity. Seriously, a thousand women in his life? What would every make him think that was a good idea? One is more than sufficient for any man to have to contend with. Speaking of course for my husband, but its truth.
It is so easy for me to look back on my. 58 years, nearing 59, with deep regret and remorse for having lived much of my life at the fleshes will. When I read Proverbs 23 this morning, verse nine stung as it read: Speak not in the ears of a fool: for he will despise the wisdom of thy words.
How many times I’ve despised wisdom. I’ve been down right resentful of people who gave me good solid advice, often times chocking it up to the notion that they felt themselves better than I. Always suffering from a lack of confidence or sometimes too much confidence in my own wisdom. That almost feels laughable this morning… but it’s not funny. Because it came with a price. There’s something about the book of Solomon that will cut to the very core of an individual. Oh yeah, that would be the Spirit of God.
He’s handier than a pocket on a shirt and every bit as close. I’m glad God does not grow tired, or I would wear Him out.
Along this 58 year path I’ve seen landmarks from other believers and nonbelievers alike who have walked a pathway much like mine.
 Remove not the old landmark; and enter not into the fields of the fatherless:  For their redeemer is mighty; he shall plead their cause with thee.
Some of their landmarks were more like skid marks or a mound of dirt where they’d barely slid into home, narrowly escaping their own demise from poor decisions. Others had landmarks that were like pillars on the side of the road marking a successful mile. I’ve had several of both. And then there is the landmark where I’ve driven the stake deep into the ground to make sure it couldn’t be moved, like that of my faith in Jesus Christ. No matter how many times I’ve failed, or when I’ve had the rare success, my Lord and Savior has been there to give me what I stood in need of (a pat on the back or a swift kick in the seat of the pants), always and forever pleading my cause just like He does the fatherless.
Before salvation I had that as an excuse, no Spirit guiding me except the flesh. Now I am without excuse for failure, because I have the Holy Spirit with in me guiding me, I just often refuse to listen. But there is still God. Pleading my cause because I am redeemed by the blood of His Son.
I’d like to say that I have gotten wiser as these years have progressed, but I really can’t. Not when it comes to certain areas of my life. I’m still creating mounds of dirt on the side of the road where the Lord is dragging me forward. But where I have lived without regret has been in the role of “the Jesus Chick.” I love taking His word and applying it to my life in a way that it covers the scuff marks on my knees and allows me to walk with my head up high saying… “Yep, God told me that.”
 Apply thine heart unto instruction, and thine ears to the words of knowledge.  Yea, my reins shall rejoice, when thy lips speak right things.  For surely there is an end; and thine expectation shall not be cut off.
What great joy it brought my soul this morning to understand that God understands. He was fully aware of my human errors before they were committed. It did not stop Him from loving me and from expecting better of me. God expects great things from me! Now, whether or not I deliver, I do not know. But I’m going to keep trying and so should you. I’ll look for landmarks today that other’s have set, and perhaps try to set a few of my own. I hope to see you along the path or perhaps hear how your journey is going. God bless! ~ Shari