It's Here Someplace

My favorite Bible has a green and tan cover. It's a New Revised Standard translation, and each page has references at the bottom to quotes or sermons from John Wesley, the founder of Methodism. It originally belonged to my wife; she found another she liked better and, knowing that I admired this particular Bible, she gave it to me.

Where is it?

I used it in the pulpit on Sunday mornings, every Sunday through June 7, and then it disappeared. I am absolutely certain it got packed when we moved. Nothing was anywhere in the house when we left.

Therefore, I know it's here someplace. We still have unpacked boxes in the attic, each carefully labeled, so it is certainly in a box that just needed one more item to fill it up, and I didn't think it was necessary to list that one item--- my favorite Bible.

Ever have that happen to you? You can't find your favorite this-or-that, and until you find it, your heart just seems out of rhythm.

That's often how people describe a human's need for God. There's something we need, and it feels like it must be our favorite thing, and nothing seems quite right until we find it. God completes us. God fills a void inside us that nothing else can fill.

Since I lost my favorite Bible, I've used another that has alot of similarities to my favorite Bible. Still, life will be just a little off until I find it.