One habit, which I highly commend, is to open your Bible at random, and read the chapter you've "selected." Today I "selected" Psalm 147, which begins thusly:
1Praise the LORD!"He gathers the outcasts of Israel." And He heals us; binds our wounds. We are all outcasts since Christ Jesus praised, and obeyed, the Father unto death.
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
for it is pleasant, and a song of praise is fitting.
2The LORD builds up Jerusalem;
he gathers the outcasts of Israel.
3He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
4He determines the number of the stars;
he gives to all of them their names.
5Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;
his understanding is beyond measure.
6The LORD lifts up the humble;
he casts the wicked to the ground.
Yet we must praise God the Father, for, yes, He surely will heal us and bind our wounds -- and gather us outcasts, we who are adrift in the seemingly godless world of today.
Praise Him; love Him; He will surely return the favor.
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