I sometimes think I have a very strange relationship with my Bible.
I really like my Bible. Not just any Bible. My Bible. The one I got from graduating BRICK class in 8th grade(kind of like confirmation in our church).
I sometimes carry my Bible with me, hugging it against my chest, not because I really need to but just because I really want it. I have even been known to actually sleep with my Bible. It's become almost like a comfort blanket or "woobie" that a 3 year won't let go. Random. But true.
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