My friend Sheryl, wrote such a sweet post on her mother’s Bible. I asked her if I might share it will all of you.
It’s had me thinking about my own Bible.
As a little girl, I remember seeing my Great-Grandmother’s Bible on her chest of drawers. It was well-worn. I can remember flipping through the pages to see little things tucked into the pages. I’m considering now how my Bible might one day become special to my children and grandchildren.
Thank you, Sheryl!