When I was a little girl I shared a bunk bed with my younger sister Jennifer. Though I won the coin toss, I still didn’t get to sleep on the top bunk. As you can imagine, I was not very pleased with the outcome of my so-called win. Parents can be funny creatures.
It wasn’t long before I realized the bottom bunk was a blessing in disguise. I had my very own blank canvas. As a writer this was awesome! Soon this special place was filled with all kinds of teenage thoughts, some would call graffiti, my parents called it vandalism, on the hard cardboard area above my head.
As a Christian, I am still a scribbler- a writer of words and quotes, thoughts and ideas. My Bible has not escaped this personal phenomena. And would you believe that I am married to a man who writes not a word in God’s Word? His Bible is as clean as if he bought it today. Mine on the other hand, is filled with love letters from my children, pictures, pressed daffodils, and dates of a Word given and prayers fulfilled.
How about you? Are you a scibbler? Or do you find it odd to write in the pages of your Bible?
So, doya or don’tcha?
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