I have a new Bible. The one I have been using, which I fell heir to when I married 26 1/2 years ago, is falling apart.
Literally. The pages are ragged and loose. It is full of pencil marks and notes. It has seen me through marriage, babies, children, teens, sickness, death, health, good days, and bad days...life.
It has been knocked off my lap, whole books torn out by little hands.
I don't want a new one, this one feels so nice in my hands, it is well worn, and has seen me through so much.
I know my new Bible reads the same as my other one. It's the same Bible, just newer. I know I will love it just as well when it gets broken in. But, it is hard to get rid of something that has been a part of my every days life for so long.
I want my new one to finish with me.
And, I want to read it without picking pages off the floor, and guessing the letters that have worn off the edges.
It's just hard to make the change.