Sunday, July 27, 2008
This is Halley's Bible. I have repaired it nearly a dozen times. Packing tape, scotch tape, hot glue gun, you name it. But there are two things you don't know. It isn't poorly made. She isn't hard on her books. In fact, if there is a tiny tear on a page of any book she literally will break down in tears until it is fixed. She loves order and neatness. This Bible looks like this because it is well read and well loved. Each nap and bedtime we read her a story from it. When she wakes up she looks through it in her bed until we come and get her. It is her most treasured possession. She can't read, yet she knows all of the stories. We have had it less than a year and have already read through it twice. I really wish I could say the same for my Bible. I read through it in entirety once. In 2002. I wish I started each morning waking up, grabbing it and soaking it in before I faced the day. I wish my Bible looked this bad. I can only imagine how much different my life would look.