My BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) leader often said that “a woman whose Bible is falling apart, isn’t.”
I loved this thought, mainly because my Bible is in shambles and I can’t bear to get a new one.
My parents bought this for me in 1995 right before I left for college. I was going through a huge emerald green phase due to the fact that it was my birthstone, and I had only recently discovered this fact. I asked for all things green that year for my birthday.
As this book starts to look worn out, it’s owner becomes more and more full of life. This woman, whose Bible is falling apart, isn’t. Amen to that.