I was sitting in a coffee shop the other day reading the Word, utterly lost in the zone and this young lady walks up to me. I smiled and said "wussup?"
"That's a pretty bible," she said. "I like the color."
"Thank you," I responded with a smile.
"But why is it broken, do you not take care of it?"
I asked her if she wanted to take a seat.
This bible is broken because I used to be....It's torn from the many nights I would fall asleep in it.Flipped some pages....
You see those water marks? Those are tears of pain, joy and conviction. The highlights represent scriptures I hope to remember forever.
Can you believe I've only had this bible for less than a year? I'm not the same person who opened it....So while this bible got weak in adhesive, the Lord strengthened me in spirit more than I could have even imagined.
The young lady just took a moment to stare at me....."I WANT ONE!"
So on kindle we went.....<3