Sometime back in September I lost my Bible. My favorite one that it so well worn and loved, and has duct tape holding it together. I wasn't sure where I lost it. The last I remembered was making sure that I grabbed it before heading off to church and then it wasn't with me in Sunday school. I didn't know if maybe it was in my car, or maybe it hadn't left my house, or if it was somewhere in the church. Well I searched my messy room (still wondering if maybe it had fallen behind something that I didn't move). And I repeatedly return to "rediscover you Bible." And as someone pointed out, it was pretty beat up, so no one was going to steal it.
And as I didn't find it, I pulled out my back up non-hard covered one that struggled to stay open and used it as I mourned the loss of my friend. But still now and then I would return to the rediscover your Bible shelf and look hopefully.
Yesterday, I attacked my room. I moved, I cleaned, I organized (though there is still much to do). But it wasn't until this morning that something made me look just one more time that I rediscovered my Bible!! And the best part was that when I showed it to people in Sunday school, they rejoiced with me and knew that I had been searching for it.
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