My bible.
It used to just be a book. It was a book I read on Sundays and then it sat in the same place till it was time for the next Sunday. It was a perfectly beautiful book. There were no markings and the pages were perfectly straight.
The words inside were complex and boring. Far too much for me to care about or understand. It was the past and did not apply to me today.
Oh, how wrong I was.
My bible.
It is not just a book. It is my weapon. It goes with me everywhere I go. It is a perfectly imperfect book. It has pen markings all over. It has notes to remind me when and how God moves. Its pages are bent from the constant flipping and reading. It has watermarks from tears of joy and tears of breakthrough.
The words inside speak life. The words inside are God’s words as he reminds me I am his child. I am loved. I am forgiven. I am beautiful. I am bold. I am His.
He tells me things that fit perfectly to my life or to the lives of those around me. It is truth, and it is living.
It is not just a book.
It tells me I am no longer a slave, but I walk in freedom. I am free to live in his love and grace.
I take it with me to show others his power. To remind them that they too can walk in freedom, because he says so. He is the God of miracles. He is the God of the big things, but also the small. He is so mighty and there is nothing he cannot do.
It is all in this wonderful book. I have grown to love my bible because it is a key role in my relationship with God. I am learning new things. He uses the past to change the future.
My bible. It is not just a book. It is so much more.
