Cleaning, Candles and 1950 KJV of The Holy Bible Golden Book Edition

 I woke up on the early side - as in before 8:00 this morning!
I made my coffee and gathered my prayer journal, diary and Streams in the Desert devotional book and snuggled back under the bed covers for my quiet time.
It's a good way to start any day.
And I always open the back door - winter or summer - just a crack so I can look up and see the sky as I read and pray.

I spent the rest of the morning cleaning our bedroom.
I found cobwebs worthy of a Halloween movie!
There is something so very satisfying in cleaning.
Seeing the dust vanish and the surfaces shine.
It was my therapy today......as it is many days.
It's what I do.

Then I lit candles to celebrate a clean room!

I brought this cut glass vase in - thinking it was a vase.

After cutting a big bouquet of rosemary - and the vase never filling up with water - I discovered it was really the base of a lamp Louis Dean had and treasured.

So I plopped my candle inside and it looks so pretty.

I clean everything in the house .....eventually.

Today I cleaned the top of a piece of furniture that held a number of antique books.

Mark Twain books Summer bought for Louis Dean and others.....

but the most important one was the Holy Bible from my childhood.

I learned to read in this Bible and remember loving the pages and seeing the words.

I was two years old when Mother - and I assume it was Mother - bought this Bible.

I know I have been familiar with it all my life.

No writings in it as to whom it was given or any records of births and deaths, although there pages for that. They are blank. But I remember this Bible.

My four year old hands have held it.

My six year old eyes have read these blue pages of illustrated stories.

My nine year old eyes read the new testament to my younger siblings.

I must have carried this Bible to church in my young married life for the only papers I found inside the pages were visitation slips. Names and addresses of visitors to the church I was a member of. I remember Tuesday night visitation.

I'm not entirely sure how I ended up with this Bible but I have had it as long as I can remember.

It is fragile.....and I felt fragile today.

It was a good day to hold the Bible and see the pages my younger eyes have seen.

I claimed the promises I have claimed before as a child.

I accepted Christ as my personal savior - knowing I was a sinner and asking him to save me from my sins - when I was 5 years old.

I have trusted God with my life for my entire life and I continue to trust him today.

God's word is such a comfort to my heart and soul.