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John 3: 16

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

Mom’s Bible

My soul felt parched and empty, needing refreshment from on high; I prayed to my Father as I reached for Mom’s bible lying nearby.  

She gave it to me as a gift before she graced heaven’s shore; It had been her strength and comfort for fifty years or more.

I sighed, then I turned straight to Genesis, chapter one… But it wasn’t scripture that was to be my inspiration.

For my eyes fell on Mom’s handwritten notes, faded and worn; Some were difficult to read, on the pages crumpled and torn.

I found them in the columns and scattered here and there. So, tirelessly I read the words she had written with such care.

They took me back to childhood as I sat at Momma’s knee; I heard again her tender voice as she read God’s word to me.

Those sweet precious memories engulfed my heart and soul; I felt satisfying joy and peace as His Spirit took control.

I didn’t complete one chapter as I sat there on that day; But my parched soul was refreshed in a much different way.

Finally, I closed that bible and put it safely in its place; I thought, Thanks, Mom, with heaven’s smile upon my face.

Yes, the Father knew just what I needed before I bowed to pray; For He led me to Mom’s bible, and her notes I read that day.

Loyd C. Taylor