I was sitting in a pew at church this morning reading a Bible and I opened to this scripture:
"Now also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to come."
Now, if that wasn't God coming to me and hearing me in my hour of deep need, I don't know what is. He was speaking directly to my heart.
I still have the first Bible my Dear Hubby gave to me when we were new Christians. It is so worn out the front cover has fallen off, the pages so thin they're almost transparent. It is held together with a big rubber band. It is tucked away for safe keeping in a bin filled with My Treasures. And written by my own hand on the back pages is this:
"A Bible that is falling apart usually belongs
to someone who
And I believe that to be true. No matter what has crossed my path these past 34 years, I have found what I need in God's word. He has never, ever forsaken me.