Woeful loss
This morning, while I was packing my bag getting ready to go to work, I started 'rummaging' for my Bible - the oh-so-reliable and compact one that I lug around with me for easy access and reference to God's word while commuting to work. After some frantic searching, I still could not locate it. With a heavy heart, I set off for work.
The night before, I had returned home from a run and did some last-minute 'spring cleaning' of my study desk. In the midst of doing so, I junked quite a lot of mails that were piling up. I had also emptied another bag of its contents. Perhaps I had unwittingly swept up the Bible and placed it amongst the pile of rubbish that was scattered on the floor.
Work today was a torture.......all I could think of was my Bible. I had no mood to work, and was depressed and irritable. Weird as it sounds, I am rather attached to my Bibles. I have, or rather had, 3 Bibles, each of which holds a certain amount of significance. The first one was given to me by a friend when he had finished his stint in the army, which is currently in my office drawer. Another one was given to me by my cell group when I took up the walk with God. The compact one that I lost was actually bought by myself and in it, there were all the little cards and verses of encouragement, as well as assorted mementos. I can easily get another Bible, but it's the highlighted verses and bookmarks and cards that were amassed in this compact Bible that made it heart-rending. All these are items that cannot be replaced. My mom was concerned in that she thought a Bible costs a lot, but when I told her it's all these that cannot be replaced that she also understood the loss.
I totally felt lost without it - my trusty Bible. Although I don't quite know how and where I actually misplaced it, but I am pretty certain that my Bible is lost for good, and that I won't be able to recover it, and the items in it.
The night before, I had returned home from a run and did some last-minute 'spring cleaning' of my study desk. In the midst of doing so, I junked quite a lot of mails that were piling up. I had also emptied another bag of its contents. Perhaps I had unwittingly swept up the Bible and placed it amongst the pile of rubbish that was scattered on the floor.
Work today was a torture.......all I could think of was my Bible. I had no mood to work, and was depressed and irritable. Weird as it sounds, I am rather attached to my Bibles. I have, or rather had, 3 Bibles, each of which holds a certain amount of significance. The first one was given to me by a friend when he had finished his stint in the army, which is currently in my office drawer. Another one was given to me by my cell group when I took up the walk with God. The compact one that I lost was actually bought by myself and in it, there were all the little cards and verses of encouragement, as well as assorted mementos. I can easily get another Bible, but it's the highlighted verses and bookmarks and cards that were amassed in this compact Bible that made it heart-rending. All these are items that cannot be replaced. My mom was concerned in that she thought a Bible costs a lot, but when I told her it's all these that cannot be replaced that she also understood the loss.
I totally felt lost without it - my trusty Bible. Although I don't quite know how and where I actually misplaced it, but I am pretty certain that my Bible is lost for good, and that I won't be able to recover it, and the items in it.
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