A Journey Through My Bible {A Window Into My Soul}
The other night, I went to retrieve a picture of myself for a little project. It's one of the few baby pictures I have in my possession, (the rest being maintained in a fabulous 80s-style photo album at my parents' house), and I knew exactly where that picture was: tucked between Ezra and Nehemiah in my NAB Bible. "Kinda strange place to keep a baby picture," one might think. But my Bible is chock full of such things. As I rifled through the pages to find my photo, I found myself pausing continually at each natural break in the binding to look at another card or note or photo, taking in memory after meaningful memory, tucked away in its own special place. It must have been sometime in high school that I started using my Bible as a spiritual scrapbook of sorts; no doubt influenced by my own mother's practice, as I can picture even now hazy memories of paging through her worn Bible, running my fingers over the groove of the underlines and markings, bookmarked