Growing up in the church and in a Christian home, I knew that studying the Bible was something Christians were supposed to do. My parents and grandparents had modeled faithful Bible reading to me my whole life. But, when I hit my young adult years and tried to put what I’d seen into practice, I didn’t know what to do. Every few days, I would open my Bible at random and read, always and only looking for one thing: how it applied to my current life circumstances.
I’ll be honest. It was difficult to connect the stories of the Old Testament history books or the attributes of God in Psalms to my dilemma of working up the courage to talk to the boy I liked at school. I had a hard time reading about Jesus in the gospels and pressing him into my goals for college and work. Later, when I became a young married woman, I abandoned my attempts at Bible reading altogether. My life was full and busy, and I felt I was learning enough at church each week. Studying Scripture didn’t seem so pressing. I was happy.
And then…I wasn’t happy. The joy in my life withered up, suffocated by the unexpected sorrows of infertility and a mysterious but crushing chronic pain disease. As the pages of my calendar turned me from a happy woman in my twenties to a broken-down woman in my thirties, I began to question everything I knew about the God who would allow such pain and withhold such good desires. All around me people were living their lives normally, having children whenever they wanted to and living pain-free young adult lives. In the absence of all that I desired, I wondered how God could love me, how he could say no to my very simple requests for years and years and years. Wasn’t he supposed to answer my prayers? Was he really who I thought? What if I didn’t know him at all? What if what people had told me and taught me about God’s character wasn’t really true?
I remember the day I became desperate. Call it a crisis of faith or call it a burning bush, but there was a moment when I saw only one way forward if I wanted to continue following Jesus with so much sorrow in my heart and so much pain in my body. I opened my Bible to the book of Isaiah and folded back the cover on a fresh spiral notebook.
“Who are you, Lord?” I wrote at the top of the first page of the notebook. I read Isaiah 1 and wrote down whatever I learned about God. The next day, I did the same thing. I kept at it, working through Isaiah and that first spiral notebook until it was completely filled. I lost that notebook somewhere along the way, but I have the next one and the next one after that. And the next one, and twenty more.

For nearly fifteen years, I have filled up spiral notebooks with what God has taught me about his character from his word. I’ve added questions along the way, and I’ve learned to outline chapters and books and to dig into context and the historical landscape. I’ve learned to read Scripture through a gospel lens, holding the redemptive story arc in view as I study. I’ve learned to ask questions, to note themes and repeated words and timelines. I’ve learned to always look at cross-references, to let the New Testament writers teach me how to interpret the Old Testament. I’ve gotten better at paying attention to genre and style. I’ve learned that sometimes I won’t understand what I’m reading until I’ve spent a good long time sitting in the text. I’ve learned that the frustration I feel when I don’t understand is actually really good for my soul. I’ve learned that no matter how tired I am, how busy my day might be, or how much I hurt in body or soul, I will never, ever, ever regret time spent in God’s Word.
Here’s what happened on that day that I opened up Isaiah and my first blank notebook—God changed my life with his word. I stopped looking at his character through the lens of my life and started looking at my life through the lens of God’s character. And he swept me up in a story I will never tire of reading.
Years and years after that first awakening to the beauty of God’s word, I started teaching the Bible to women at my church, to women at events hosted by other churches, to teenage girls. I started writing about it, too, because I couldn’t shut up about the shift in my heart and mind. The Lord seemed different to me somehow, but it was because I really didn’t understand much about him until I let him tell me who he was in his word. He wasn’t different, but I was. You can’t spend fifteen drinking living water and come away unchanged. I’d always thought that I loved the Lord. But, I barely knew him. As I got to know him, I was pulled into a different kind of love for him—the kind that trusts him with my life and my eternity. He is just so, so good. The more I know of him, the more I love him.
I divide my life into two segments. There’s my life before Isaiah 1 and the first notebook, and there’s all my life after. I am not who I was. The Lord has revealed himself to me in his word as he intended. And he gave me hope, as he intended. In Romans 15, Paul writes that “whatever was written in former days was written for our instruction, that through endurance and through the encouragement of the Scriptures, we might have hope” (Rom. 15:4). I have found that regularly feasting on his word fills me with hope and gives me what I need to endure in faith when life makes it feel impossibly hard to keep going.
God’s Word isn’t a helpful tool. It isn’t a book of rules or myths or stories to make us feel better. As Moses put it, “For it is no empty word for you, but your very life” (Deut. 32:47).

A year ago, I got to put what I’ve learned about studying Scripture into a short book. Since the book was designed to be read in one sitting, I had to keep it short and instructive. So, I took the method of study that I’ve employed for fifteen years and condensed it into this new book called Bible Study, newly available with Crossway. My aim in its structure and contents is to inspire and equip you to dive deep into God’s Word. I want you to put down this book when you finish and pick up your Bible and a spiral notebook. If you’ve never studied the Bible with any regularity or depth, I want today to be the day you divide your life into before and after. I wrote this little book to help you get past the overwhelm and the excuses. I want it to be a springboard for what I’ve gained the most from Scripture: joy. In many ways, this little book is the culmination of years of writing about Scripture on this blog.
My circumstances didn’t change after I started studying Scripture, but I did. I could make sense of God’s purposes in my life, and my small understanding of his person and his ways expanded beyond my imagination. I trust him with all that I am. Bible study changed my life, and it can change yours.
God changed my life with his word. I stopped looking at his character through the lens of my life and started looking at my life through the lens of God’s character. Share on XGlenna Marshall is married to her pastor, William, and is the mother of two sons. She and her husband serve at Grace Bible Fellowship in Sikeston, Missouri where they have served for over twenty years. She is the author of The Promise is His Presence, Everyday Faithfulness, Memorizing Scripture, and Known & Loved. Connect with her on Instagram and Facebook, or sign up for her monthly newsletter.









