This is my daddy’s first Bible. He received it as a gift when he was in his 20s. It is obvious that he has gotten good use out of it.
My dad grew up dirt poor. He didn’t have a bed of his own, a toothbrush of his own, and definitely not a Bible of his own. Times were incredibly tough for him as he grew up among seven siblings, an abusive father, and a chronically depressed mother. He left home to join the US Navy and to find a better life for himself as quickly as he could.
When he married my mom, they had nothing. No material possessions. No money. And very little faith. What faith they did claim belonged to mom. My dad wasn’t a fan of it.
Sadly, his cruel life had taught him that religion and religious people couldn’t be trusted. Mom prayed and prayed and begged and begged for him to step foot into a church. He flat out refused.
Then, one day, mom told the Lord that she couldn’t do it anymore. Hours later, my daddy was saved.
This Bible was her gift to him after he became a Christian. There was only one problem...my dad couldn’t understand any of it. So, being a faithful wife, she read it to him. Night after night after night.
She read and read until they reached Revelation 22.
As she read, she stopped to explain the confusing parts. She stopped at the names that were hard to pronounce and she’d teach him how to say them. She stopped whenever he had questions and they’d search out the answers together.
Two young married kids living on little but love and the pages of what was becoming a well-worn Bible.
My dad has worn out several more Bibles since. But, this is the one that I requested he leave to me in his will because it reminds me of their story. It reminds me that anyone can come to Christ at anytime. It reminds me that faith starts as a tiny seed. It reminds me that when a man is hungry for God, he will be filled abundantly. It reminds me that the arm of the Lord is not too short to save anyone. And, it especially reminds me that the fervent prayers of a faithful wife availeth much. Oh how they avail!
Since then, my parents have seen their four children come to know the Lord in addition to their nine grandchildren.
Every. Single. Person. In. His. Household.
And, it’s all because he refused to lay this book down.
Fathers, there is no better gift that you can give to your children then to pick up this book. Read it until the pages begin to fall out. Then, once they do, start again with a new one.
This Bible is the only material thing that I want my daddy to leave me. Everything else that matters has already been left inside of me.
First, I am a child of God. And, like a child, I am always learning and growing. The more I know Him, the more I love Him. Second, I am a wife to a good man. Missions is his thing while teaching women to love God’s Word is mine. Third, I am a mama to three plus a sweet cockapoo who thinks he’s #4. My children are my ongoing sanctification. Fourth, I am a passionate advocate of all things healthy & natural and a dreamer/designer. Old friends call me Becky, newer ones call me Rebecca, and the most intimate ones call me Beck. You can just call me friend.