It's Time to say Goodbye to my Bible
Sadly, the time has come. Truth be told, it's long overdue.
My beloved Bible—the one that's been with me for the last twenty years—has fallen apart. I did my best to resurrect it, taping the binding together in multiple places, but even that is not enough.
We have history together, this book and me. It's all there, plain to see. My margin notes, my frantic underlining of a particular word, the month and year of every time I read each book... My life is laid out on the pages of this: my most treasured possession.
Yes, I'm being a bit dramatic, but I honestly thought this particular Bible would be the one my children would always remember seeing with me.
I now have a beautiful, new, champagne colored CSB She Reads Truth Bible. And while it's taken me a few days to get over not seeing my handwriting all over the pages, it's actually kind of freeing.
A fresh Word from God for this new decade.
Even though I'm switching translations, I'll always love the NIV. All the verses I have stored in my heart were memorized in that particular version.
At the same time, it's nice to hear the familiar words in a new way too.
Abiding in the Word has been the greatest blessing of this earthly existence.