This little red book isn’t just book my mom read to me as a child growing up. It held truths that I hold onto today.
As I grew up reading through my “big girl” Bible I’d remember every story. The word was speaking to my heart even as a little girl.
When I learned how to read. I read it myself. Pages fell out. I’d glue them in and read on. Then it became beautiful a pattern read and glue, read and glue.
Because of those memories I keep it to remind myself how important it is to read the word to mine and Peters future children. Children hold on just as tight as adults do. They understand more than we think. Our job as is to plant the seeds in our children’s hearts and let God do the rest.
Tears weld up in my eyes as I flip through each page. My memories dance. How rare was my childhood?
How rare could our children’s lives be?
My prayer for our future children is that they too have to read and glue their children Bibles and then their grown up Bibles.
Hebrews 4:12 “ For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart”