My favorite bible is missing. I first noticed this yesterday morning when I sat down to do my devotions. "Hmm," I thought. "I wonder what she did with it." The "she" would be my granddaughter. Not the eleven year old, who can actually read the bible, but the three year old. In the past week or two, I have found her sitting on the sofa turning the pages of the bible pretending she was reading it. A few emotions passed over me when I first saw her doing this. First, I was amazed that she would be looking at a book that has no pictures or anything else that would normally interest a toddler. Secondly, I was amused that she was ever so seriously and meticulously turning the pages, occasionally speaking quietly (too quiet to understand what she was saying). I was also very proud that she would pass up all the lovely, colorful children's books on the coffee table and pick up God's Word instead. Pride can get you into trouble though. "She's mimicking me! How special!" I thought. NOT!!! I quickly realized that what was so special was that God draws me to His Word. I long for it and I miss it when I allow other things to come first in my day. A good reason to memorize Scripture, I'm thinking. Anyway, I pray that she will continue to enjoy the bible and will come to love it as much as I do. I picked up my second favorite bible and started working from it. I decided not to go on a hunt for the other one just yet. I have been way too distracted this week already.
Psalm 119:105 Your Word is a lamp to my feet and light for my path.
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Don't suppose she'd be happy with her own children's bible. I know she probably has one. Guess it's more about immitating her grandma.
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