I panicked for a moment.
Where could it be?
It wasn't on the table beside my quiet time chair.
Not on the desk in my office...or the one in my kitchen.
My heart skipped a beat.
And then rested as the sigh left my lips.
I found it. Upstairs where I last worked on my Bible study.
My pink Bible. My favorite. Tattered, worn, loved.
My mind flashed back to frantic searches for my little girl's "pink blankie." At bedtime. Or naptime. When she was sick. Or hurt. When we were away on a trip. Anytime she needed it and it was missing.
A pink blankie might have been the source for my sweet baby girl. For me, though, it's found in the pages of my pink Bible.
The place I can find rest. Or healing. Comfort. And help. Words inspired by the Author of Life and the Prince of Peace.
The place I'm reminded of unfailing love and the only One who can give it.
As I cling like a little girl to my own pink security, I'm awestruck as I remember...
"Jesus loves me; this I know.
For the Bible tells me so."
Father God of creation, what a treasure You've given us to hold in our hands. Your Word. The answer to our call. Tell us great and unsearchable things we do not know. Heal us, Lord. Heal our bodies, hearts, and souls. And may we enjoy abundant peace and security in You.