So long story short, for the past week I have been a missionary without a bible. Crazy I know. But God asked me to leave my bible with one of my best friends and who would I be to say no to him. So I did, I left my bible, my most prized possession with a beautifully strong child of God in the middle of the mountain ranges of Asia. And as we were driving back to Thailand, my heart kinda hurt. I mourned leaving behind the book that I held on to so tightly. All i could think of was the hours I spent as a 16 year old just scanning the pages for encouragement, desperate to feel it in my heart. The days I spent in high school just studying every chapter, looking for answers to why I was so broken, why the world was so broken. If only you could see the books of that bible that were so worn down you could barley read the font anymore, just from years of flipping through the pages longing to find God. But God showed me something this week in my life. I have to give him more room to speak, more and more. The Bible is his word but it doesn’t take his place. The Bible doesn’t fill the void of Jesus voice in our life’s. I didn’t realize how much I really craved more of Jesus’s voice in my life, until I didn’t have the comfort of his word in my hand.
I’m left in complete awe yet again, God is sweet and God is kind.
( also don’t worry guys I found a new bible)
