March 29, 2010
My Most Treasured Possession
My Dad died in 1987 at the age of just 47 of lung cancer. It was a daughter's worst nightmare. I lost my father, my friend, and my hero. Like most little girls, I adored my dad. He wasn't perfect, but he was mine, and I loved him so. Over the years his hero status has grown in my heart to that of SUPER hero. Our minds want to only remember the absolute best of those who have left us, and that is very true of me.
Very soon after my dad passed away, I asked my mom if I could have his bible. Quite honestly, I really expected the answer to be no, or that I would have to fight my brother for it. My mom and dad were very close and had grown up in the Christian faith together. They really had shared this bible quite a bit, as both their handwriting appears in the margins where they took notes. But to my amazement, mom gave it to me soon after. I couldn't believe it. I still can't believe it. I keep in on my nightstand bookshelf. I am very protective of it. As the years have passed, it continues to show signs of wear and fragility in it's tender pages and cover. But every now and then I take it off the bookstand and ever so gently thumb through it's pages.
On my parent's 25th Anniversary, they presented me with a bible just like Dad's. I was very honored, even at that young age, as I knew the meaning of having a bible of one's own to cherish. I'd witnessed it first hand, and was very excited to be just like Dad! I became a margin note-taker and scripture underliner as well.
My Dad's bible is one of my most precious possessions, but it is not my MOST treasured. Have you guessed what it is? My Most Treasured Possession? It is the gift of salvation that my parents presented to me as a child. It is my relationship with my Savior Jesus Christ.
Thank you Daddy, for your love and for your Christian example. I miss you terribly!