I am contemplating the Bible.  I think upon it every time my hand hurts.

I ponder the person or persons who translated it into English.

A long time ago.

As I copy the text with my own hand, the hand that thinks Matthew Chapter 5 is so insanely long, I find gratitude flowing forth from my pen.

I get to use fun colors.  Switch them out.

I am writing the Word with my native language.

No translation involved.

I can stop if I want.  I don’t have to finish the project.

This lofty idea of writing the entire Bible by hand.

Entirely my own. (Meaning no one put a gun to my head and told me to write.)

Other than the potential to make me more like Christ, if I stop writing the Word, it won’t affect anyone.

I won’t quit.  Not only is it a legacy for my husband and children, but it reminds me of the work yet to be done – yet to be finished.  (Matthew 24: 14)

There are real laborers doing the hard work.  Moving families.  Establishing themselves in a foreign culture.  Learning a new language.  Training locals.

Bringing hope to a people lacking the Word of God.  Lacking truth.  Who don’t know about the loving God and His Son, Jesus.

I get to open that hope whenever and where ever I want.

Luckkkk-eeeeee. (OK . . . blessed.  Luckkk-eeeee just sounded better.)

I shall pick up my pen.

I think I will use gold today.

What color will you use?

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