Like the majority of people in this digital age of advanced technology, I do most of my Bible readings on my PC. But the other day I had a strong urge to go to my shelf and take out my old Bible and travel once again through its pages. I have used this particular Bible for many years. It has wide margins for writing things in. Those margins hold insights God has given me, prayers that He has now answered, cries from the deepest places of my heart. Each of these handwritten entries has a date written beside it. I was able to see the work or God in my life playing out before my eyes, like walking a time-line. There are places in that precious Bible that have been soaked with tears. Places where the pages are wrinkled or torn from being turned to and read over and over again. These thin pages brought me such solace and joy. There were times when I was so distressed over something in the night, I didn’t even open its pages, I just reached over and pulled it tightly to my chest and fell asleep holding it. There is something warm and comforting about the paper, the words written on it. That beautiful Bible shall not go back on my shelf, it will sit next to my bed once again, and I shall read it, and write in it and feel its comfort and solace. The Word of God is the one constant on earth, its author is the One who never changes, but is the same Yesterday today and forever. His Word is my greatest joy, like a letter from a husband far away. I wait with that letter in my hand, worn from constant use, and readings; I wait for the day when we can be face to face, together in paradise.
10 “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven,
And do not return there without watering the earth
And making it bear and sprout,
And furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater;
11 So will My word be which goes forth from My mouth;
It will not return to Me empty,
Without accomplishing what I desire,
And without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it.