The truth of God's Word astounds me. I've held a Bible in my hands for many decades. Not, like, Guinness Book of World Records "holding." But I've cherished God's Word since earliest childhood memories. I can't count the number of times I've read it from cover to cover, then chronologically, and in how many versions or translations or paraphrases. I can trace the path of my faith journey by looking at what I've underlined and what's written in the margins.
A date will remind me of a defining moment and how the verse directly affected my attitude toward it or grew my faith in the midst of it.
A small scrawled musical note reminds me of a song based on that passage of Scripture. "I will enter His gates with thanksgiving in my heart," Psalm 100:4.
At one time, I marked sobering, convicting verses with an orange colored pencil, salvation verses with red, joy verses with yellow, hope verses with blue…
And it still astounds me how often the exact verse I need is right there in front of me.
- "Too busy."
- "Having a hard time holding it together."