Do you ever literally hug your Bible against you? I am doing that this morning. It's such a treasure, so alive, and filled with everything I need for my life. The pages have held many of my tears over the years - sad ones, happy ones, angry ones, confused ones and ones with no words to describe. This book has sat unopened for days and weeks. It's been ignored and looked at with guilt. It's been opened quickly in search of a golden nugget. It's been poured over and studied. It has convicted me like an arrow and comforted me like a soft blanket. It has helped me make decisions and kept me from ruin. It has confused me and given me clarity. My young hands have been upon it and so have my weathered hands. I used to be able to read it without bifocals, but not as much anymore. I've taken a pen and highlighter to it and have duct taped the spine. It has been lost and it has been found. And, the more I read, the more I find how much I need it. The value has no end. It can't be hugged tightly enough.
Dee M. Kostelyk
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