As a mom of four, I often feel like a broken record. I need a recording of myself saying, “please put your plate in the dishwasher, pick up your room, put away your clothes.” Is that even a thing anymore? Broken CD? DVD?
I am old enough to remember my little blue record player. I quickly learned records that are heavily scratched repeat themselves over and over. Tiny scratches don’t make much of a difference. The needles of the record player pass over the scratch without much of a disturbance. But an actual broken record is heavily scratched with deep gouges on the surface.
2020 & 2021 have sounded like a broken record as the same cycle of news stories, and global pandemic media coverage has etched deep gouges into my soul, leaving me weary. 2021 is almost 2020 on repeat.
If you have been reading through the Bible chronologically, you are finishing Deuteronomy and headed to Joshua. Reading Deuteronomy feels like a broken record doesn’t it? Over and over, God reminds the Israelites through Moses all of the statutes they are to remember and follow to live in the land God promised. You may be thinking, “Ugh, I read all of this in Exodus, Leviticus, and Numbers. What is the point? It’s like a broken record.”
The Israelites are a broken people. Life in Egypt introduced them to idol worship and corrupt practices. They wandered the desert for 40 years because of their disobedience. Their brokenness and stubbornness etched deep scratches into their lives and God has had to repeat his words to them. He is a loving father, trying to teach his children how to live and honor Him. God had many blessings waiting for them, but they needed to understand what is required of them. God also had to remind them of who he was and who they were in him because of his deep love for them. They were no longer slaves, but children of the one true God. He told them, “I will be your God and you will be my people.” (Leviticus 26:12)
I love my children. My broken record moments are teaching my children responsibilities to help them be productive in their adult lives. It would be cruel to tell them my expectations one time and expect them to remember. Repeating my instructions and guiding them on the right path is part of my job as their mother, understanding they will make mistakes along the way.
I am thankful God is a broken record with me by reminding me of his commands and promises over and over. As I have walked through the chaos of this past year, His simple, broken record reminders, have helped me get out of bed, place my feet on the floor, and walk into all He has for me each day.
P.S. Do you need some broken record reminders from God today? Here are some verses from Deuteronomy to encourage you: