I was sick all day with a horrible migraine but for some strange reason, felt the urge to find a photo of my grandmother. I have this box of photos that came from her house after she passed away. There are some of me and my brother when we were little, my mom in her “feathered hair” days, and photos of my grandma when she was quite young herself. When I finally got to a photo of the way I remember her, it was laying on her bible, which to be honest, I had completely forgotten I had.
Now you might think that’s no big deal but for me, it really is because you see, not only have I had ‘finding faith‘ issues, I just recently attended two Sunday church services and thought to myself, “I need a bible”. I don’t know why really because I don’t understand it, nor do I know much of anything that’s even in it but just felt like I needed one. And frankly, I don’t know if I’ll go to church again but hope so.
It’s very old and after a bit of research, I learned that it was published around the late 40’s, early 50’s. It has a zipper with torn outside binding but the inside is in very good shape. So while it might seem like nothing to you, I feel like it’s a sign for me. Maybe my Grandmother, who has been gone for 6 years now, is trying to tell me something…perhaps nudge me a bit, reckon?