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I hope that everyone is feeling well, doing good, and sharing her joie de vivre with others.
As frequent gentlelady readers of this humble effort may have inferred, I am relocating my household soon. To that end, for the past several months I have been culling my belongings as my health and free time have allowed. Several items are on my personal "lost items" list due to the disorganization of my last move, which occurred in haste because of threats to my family's safety.
One of those items was my first Bible, a gift from my maternal grandparents. For obvious reasons, this Bible is precious to me and its possible loss pained me. I am happy to report that just a few minutes ago, I opened a box and there it was. Deo Gratias!
I thumbed through the Bible, noting the gift page in my precious grandmother's handwriting and reviewing the various passages I had underlined and annotated. One of those passages stood out as a real coincidence.
James 1:17 was highlighted: "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning."
The annotation made for an interesting coincidence, however: "_______ to me 4/23/01." The name in the blank is the name of the former suitor with whom I was involved at the time (not Braveheart), and seventeen years ago tonight, he said that I was his good and perfect gift from God. We did not marry because it turned out that our goals in life were very different, but the gentleman will always be very special to me.
Of all the days of the year for me to find my Bible! Reading the verse and the annotation gladdened my heart and helped me to remember God's love and providence.
Agape always,
Cynthia
3 comments:
That's wonderful. What a gift, indeed. Thank you for sharing this story of God's love and care. :)
Well isn't that the nicest miracle! Thanks for sharing. He truly knows our needs and supplies it when we most need it.
Dear Laura and Rozy,
The verse appeared again in a way that I could not have planned: I visited the home of a stranger in a city where I had not visited in over twenty years, and there was the verse, painted on one of her walls.
I still don't quite understand the meanings, but yes, I have found comfort in this evidence (as if I needed more) of God's knowing and caring about me.
Agape always,
Cynthia
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