Wisdom, Wisdom, Please bring it On

As I was reading in Proverbs this morning, I was struck with a certain example.   Two different places where wisdom, understanding, and knowledge are highlighted.


The LORD by wisdom founded the earth;
by understanding he established the heavens;
by his knowledge the deeps broke open,
and the clouds drop down the dew.
(Proverbs 3:19-20 ESV)

And then later on there is a description on how to build a house, from the perspective of us here, making our homes for our families.


By wisdom a house is built,
and by understanding it is established;
by knowledge the rooms are filled
with all precious and pleasant riches.
(Proverbs 24:3-4 ESV)

I never put these two sections together, and realized the example God gave us when He set the foundations of the earth.  You can further find information about this in Proverbs 8:22-31 if you are interested in further reading.

As we embark on a likely move, and our home is being filled with blue painters tape and boxes, emptied shelves and a packed garage, it is refreshing to know that the same principles that build our houses are those that the Lord used to lay the foundations of time and space.  It's a great starting point in this cluttered soon to be de-cluttered dining room.

Join me in praying for wisdom, understanding, and knowledge for ourselves and our households!

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