Going on a Hunt...

This morning, I went to get my Bible to do my morning devotions and Bible Study. Much to my chagrin, my Bible was not in its usual spot. In fact it was no where to be found in my home. Oh, this was not good. I had misplaced my Bible and in it was my BSF lesson.

I had taken my Bible to church yesterday and I realized I must have left it either in Troy's van or at the church somewhere. I called Troy on his cell phone. No, he didn't have it. I decided that it must be at the church. For those of you who may not know, I officially returned my membership to St. Peter's and Troy joined as well.

On our way to pick up Carson from school, I was talking to my friend on my cell phone. I was lamenting the loss of my Bible and explained that I was heading to the church to find it. I hung up and got Ephraim out of the car. Ephraim looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes and said "Are we going on a hunt, Mama?". Again, I wasn't sure what he meant. "What Ephraim?". He said "We are going on a Bible hunt, aren't we Mama?" "Yes Ephraim, we are going on a Bible hunt". Ephraim and I sang "going on a Bible hunt..." on the way into the building. We stopped just before entering and we said a prayer that God would help us find it.

We signed in at the lobby desk and Ephraim told the receptionist that we were going on a Bible hunt. She smiled and directed us to where the lost and found items are usually kept. On we went, our first stop was the Children's Church room where I had picked up Ephraim from yesterday. My Bible was not there. Ephraim said "We didn't find it, but Bible hunters don't give up do they Mama?" "No Ephraim, we don't give up do we?".

We went to the coat room and sure enough there on the top shelf was my Bible. I was so glad to find it. "Hallelujah, Thank you God!" I said. Ephraim joined me in my chorus of thanksgiving. Our Bible hunt had ended on a positive note. Ephraim was happy and so was I. I know that some would say, that it was only a Bible, it could be replaced. Yes, it could be replaced, indeed it could be, but the idea of losing my Bible was heart breaking.

I had so many things underlined, and small notes written in it. Notations next to scriptures that I hold dear because of promises kept by the LORD to me personally or to my family. Verses underlined that gave me comfort when I faced times of trial and grief. Verses that gave me courage or cause for delight. All those verses would be in another Bible, but it would be different. Not to mention that it was the Bible my mother had given me in years past. I am glad we found my Bible. It was a good thing indeed.

Our hunt was over, but Ephraim and I continued on a trip down memory lane. As we walked to meet Carson at his classroom, I pointed out parts of the old church that were still visible from when I was a child. I showed him the stain glass from the old sanctuary and told him how we had spent many a Sunday in the old sanctuary. I had memories flash before my mind of exiting the church out of the outside door and the door leading into the school. I pointed out the stairs that led to the hallway where the old library and music room were located. Ephraim was very interested. We not only found my Bible, but we found a whole flood of memories that I didn't realize I had buried. Now, with my Bible in hand, I'm ready to hunt through His WORD to see what treasure I will find tonight!