Jan 12

Thursday Favorite Things: My Old Bible

I don’t remember when this particular Bible became a part of me . . . . of my life, of my journey, of my joys and sorrows, but I know that it is now a symbol not only of my life and my love, but a symbol of where I’ve been and what I have experienced. I’ve had this Bible a very long time. I actually do not remember when or where I got it. Perhaps it was just one of those things that we buy at a moment in time when we need a new one for a Bible study class at church, or perhaps it was when I returned to college when all of my older children were in school. I just know that it has been around along time!

The pages of this Bible are inscribed with dates, cross-references, and quotes that seemed to be significant at some time in the distant past, as well as some that have been written in more recently. I have tried a couple of times to replace this old friend, but every time I gravitate back to this trusty road map for my life. Perhaps it is the memories, both happy and sad, that keep me attached. It helps me stay connected to the people, places, and events that for one reason or another are no longer part of my everyday life. I miss them, and this old Bible has a way of whispering the truth to me . . . . that I am not home yet, and I need to be patient. All will work out according to His plan, and when I forget that on occasion, I can always return to Romans 8:28 to be reminded that He is not finished with me yet, just as I somehow cannot put aside my old Bible.

I remember early summer mornings long ago when we lived in Our Town, just a couple of blocks from Main Street, and not too far from the lake shore. The mornings there were quiet (before all of the children woke up and ran outside to ride their bikes on the sidewalks or gather in groups to walk to the beach), and I would sit out on our front porch, sometimes in the pre-dawn darkness, and read this Old Bible. There I would be, all alone in the stillness, where I could pray and write in my journal all that was in my heart. It was there I realized that nothing, NOTHING, can remove me from God’s love, even in the midst of great turmoil and sadness.

But I still forget, from time to time, sometimes more often than others, and so I return to this comfortable, familiar old friend, where the Words of my God reach out to me and tell me, again and again, “You are loved, you are forgiven, you are treasured, you are cherished.” Some days we just need to be reminded of the truth, because we live in a world where we are reminded of our failures and our mistakes all too often. I hope you have a friend like that . . . . and if you don’t, how about giving it a try? I didn’t set out to make this my lifetime treasure, but it has turned into just that. You might hear God’s voice, too, in His Words of comfort, hope, encouragement, and grace.

I hope you will join us this week at Katherine’s Corner for the Thursday Favorite Things Blog Hop. I would love to stop by and take a peek at YOUR favorite things this week! See you later for Chapter 3 in “Cut Through the Clutter and Catch Your Breath.”



  1. Ricki Jill Treleaven

    When we moved from Arizona to Alabama, our cappuccino machine, silver trays, and my study Bible were stolen! I was so upset because I had so many notes in it. My new one is getting there, but it is not the same….

  2. Katherine

    Mine looks tattered and well worn, just the way I like it. Thank you for participating in the Thursday Favorite Things hop. xo

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