I got a new one a couple of weeks ago.
For my birthday.
Undisturbed gold page edges.
Nothing personal about it.
A complete stranger to me.
My new Bible.
The one I'll be setting aside.
It's been with me for almost ten years.
I've glued the binding back in place twice already.
(well......except for that passage in Ephesians on submitting.)
(I struggle there a little.)
Every page shows evidence.
That I spent time there.
Marked up. Dated. Notes penciled in the margins.
Happened across those pages.
Penciled in with dates & notations.
And tough times.
And with the good times.
And the tough times.
Was also a lot of everyday life.
More years than I'd care to admit.
I didn't pick it up with regularity.
But when that changed.
I found more life.
Across...... those pages.
It's an old friend to me.
And I rarely miss opening it up in my mornings.
It's a little sentimental....I know.
I'm carefully closing it up.
With all my life inside.
I'll give the new one a chance.
I know it's time.
And I'll be thankful.
For more of life to live.