Maybe it doesn’t look like much with out its back ground story.
A camera doesn’t really do it justice. It is three and seven-eights inches wide, by seven inches long, and about an inch thick.
A decade or more back, I told the Lord I wanted a bible of those exact dimensions. I said also that I wanted it to be bound in black leather, and in a version I could read and understand annnnnd in a font I could read. And, an especially important detail: I didn’t want to have to pay an outrageous amount of money for this Bible.
That was on a Wednesday. I prayed it and stopped thinking about it.
On the Friday two days later, my husband thought we should take an impromptu trip north. I agreed and away we went.
The next morning we were in a thrift-store. Its a weekend past-time wherever we may be to go to garage sales and thrift stores.
In a bin full of bibles this jewel waited for my hand. Its price? Free. The thrift store didn’t believe in selling Bibles.
The text is single-column and the reading is easy.
Countless are the times I’ve pulled this precious, jewel out to read, to share its wisdom with other people, when I am reminded of how powerful, how loving, and how awesome is the Lord.