I’ve been a blubbery mess ever since. It’s been pathetic, I walk around the house and even run my errands with a book in my hand. It’s like my writer-binky.
I wish I could convey the joy when I walked outside to discover these books waiting for me.
Words fail me. (Okay, you know me better than that.)
The velvety cover feels so soft in between my fingers. It may just be the softest most amazing book I’ve ever held.
I’m sorry but this picture doesn’t do the colors justice. Hot pinks, lime greens, tangerine and purples -seriously, it’s beautiful! (Do I sound like a mother with her newborn baby, or what?)
No one was home when I held my book for the first time. It was a magical moment. I wept and thanked God. With my book in my hands, I opened my Bible and began reading my devotion. It just felt right. God gave me so many promises through this three-year journey. This was the verse that spoke to me as if God was using a megaphone:
For no matter how many promises God has made, they are “Yes” in Christ. And so through him the “Amen” is spoken by us to the glory of God. 2 Cor. 1:20