I've known for awhile that it was time to move. My current Bible has been with me the last 5 years or so. The maps fell out years ago, followed closely by the table of contents and concordances. Genesis is holding on by threads of Scotch tape.
Always alive. Always speaking.
Words rising with healing in their wings.
Our teaching pastor had loaned me one of his Bibles. It is a new version and he let me borrow it to check it out. Yesterday when I got to church, I put his Bible back on his desk with a small note thanking him for letting me borrow it. After church he came up to me with the Bible in his hand and said, "You know, if you like this Bible you can have it. I have several more like it..." and he handed it to me. My jaw hit the floor. I couldn't believe it. It is the nicest, most fantastic Bible. It is genuine leather, I've always read out of Bonded Leather (that makes me laugh for some reason!). It has study notes coming out its ears. It is the Caddy of Bibles. He did not even know how specifically I had prayed just hours earlier.
It would be so meaningful because I have spent hours under Ken's teaching and the depth of understanding the Holy Spirit has used through his teaching to help me understand these pages has opened my eyes to new truths many, many times.
I cannot tell you how amazed I am at the lavish provision of God by providing me with a new Bible. As I opened it to read this morning it felt like a new house. I'm not sure where things are. It is unfamiliar territory. The language is different from what I've studied from the last 21 years. It is vivid. It is filled to the brim with newness. I cannot wait to start unpacking the truths and making them my own.