When I was about 14 my daddy gave me my first Bible. Bound in beautiful red leather, it glistened as I opened it that Christmas morning. I used that Bible until I lost it over 20 years ago. After searching for months and shedding many tears I gave up and just knew it had fallen in a crack and was gone with the old green Ford we'd sold that year. Over the years I've often thought of my little red Bible and wished I could hold it and read it one more time.
This past Saturday, my friend Judi, emailed me to say she'd found a Bible with my maiden name in it and just knew no one else would have the same name. I was overcome with emotion, which is nothing unusual for me when it comes to sentimentality! On Sunday, she drove to my house and hand delivered my bright red Bible to me. I opened the pages to find my name written by my daddy. It glistened just as brightly as it did that Christmas morning over 40 years ago. The verses I'd underlined as a teen are still some of my favorite verses. As I read those pages I couldn't help but hear these words .
Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found.
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