Sharper than a double-edged sword

This week at church the preaching passage was from Hebrews chapter 4. A chapter I'm familiar with - not super familiar, but familiar. You might know this part (starting in verse 12) "For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword,". That's the part I knew, but we read on "it penetrates even to dividing soul and spriit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart." When we read that part I just thought "wow". The teacher went on to say that this part meant that God redefines us from the center - from the core of our being.

But I literally was thinking about the Word of God. You know those times when you think the preacher is preaching just to you? When you are convicted or encouraged or simply reminded of something? When I think about the Word of God being active and judging the thoughts and attitudes of the heart this totally makes sense. Of course God's word will jump out and speak to what our heart & mind are going through!

That's my thought for today - nothing too deep, just a subtle reminder of how God speaks to us.

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