I started to write this on the airplane on the way to DC on Wednesday, but after the horrific news I didn't feel like finishing it. Whatever I may have to chat about seems.... vain. That old word from KJV seems to fit perfectly with what I have been feeling the last couple of days. Everyone knows the news today, but, if someone happens to read this in the future, they might not know... [There have been 2 deadly airplane crashes this week.]
But let's not talk about that right now. It IS in the forefront of my mind, and it seems cold to say this... but I can't let it steal my joy or make me afraid.
So, here is what I wanted to tell you...
Let me tell you about this little Bible that I am bringing in my carry-on bag:
About 45 years ago, my grandma went to Israel to visit her mother. I never met my great-grandma, Effie Dugger. My grandma, Orabelle Youngs, had about 6 or7 grandkids by this time. I guess she bought us all little Bibles. She asked her Mama to sign each one.
This one is mine. A beautiful, mother-of-pearl Bible. It says, "Jerusalem" on the front and has maps and pictures of the Holy Land inside. I loved this little Bible, but I was very young and have never been careful with things. I immediately added my signature to it, proud that I knew how to write my full name.
My mom wisely put it up for a few years, and now, I am bringing it with me on my trip to Israel. Maybe I will visit my great-grandma's grave in a few days and read a Psalm from the Bible she signed all those years ago.
This isn't what I wrote on the plane though. I am trying to keep these short and interesting, so I will end here with a verse Effie loved:
"But Jerusalem, which is above is free, which is the mother of us all." Galatians 4:26
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