Sunday, March 17, 2013
The Green Living Bible
I quietly creep out of my room and into the living room. The sun is streaming in and the dust particles are dancing through the beams. My grandma is sitting in her chair, reading her Bible. Just where I knew she would be. Her green living Bible is in her lap and coffee is at her side. She's been up for awhile, first making a big breakfast for my grandpa. She was such a good example of a helpmate. Next, she got her coffee and headed to the chair by the big picture window. She would pray and spend time reading. It was like this every time I visited. I could count on it.
When my grandma died on March 17, 2005, I knew that the Bible was what I wanted to have as a memento of her. I opened the worn, cracked cover and saw a dedication on the front. She and my grandpa had been given this Bible as a gift on Dec. 25, 1975--the week I was born. I felt like I was meant to have it. This Bible has been such a blessing to me. My grandma did not only leave a spiritual legacy to me through her actions, but through her Bible. I love reading the notes she has written in the margins. There are also prayer requests from when she must not have had paper to write on. She has taped favorite devotionals from the Upper Room. The verses that meant something to her are underlined. It is such a gift!
She passed her Christian heritage onto me, not by lecturing, but by living. If I hadn't grown up with her as an example, I'm not sure where I would be. I want to be just like her. Thank you, Lord, for placing her in my life and for allowing me to still learn from her through her Bible.