In the midst of packing, unpacking, sorting, tossing out I have found old Bibles of my dads.
Every one of them was taped with his familiar duct tape. He read them until they fell apart. In the front of each was his name written in his bold signature followed by scripture references. He was in Isaiah when he could no longer read those comforting words.
If only all our Bibles were taped.
1 comment:
Wow - how powerful - you should post a picture. That is his testimony and legacy to his children and grandchildren. I wish I had met your dad!
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