We have quite a few bibles of differing translations in our home.
Some very old, others a bit younger, and there's a few newbies too.
Bibles are placed around the home so that wherever we take time to rest one is within an arm's reach ready to opened, waiting to fill our souls with the life source we cherish, God's very own words of truth, hope, strength, comfort, correction and love.
One of our newer bibles has a black cover and to be honest I'm not keen on black so yesterday I christened the sewing room in our new home by making a fabric cover in soft pastels, finishing with a blue button on the spine which secures a pink ribbon tie.
I placed it on the dining room table in preparation for my pre-dawn time with the Lord, stroking the soft cover and smiling at the transformation of dark to light.
And that's when I remembered today's Scripture.
I pondered the significance of creating something new and lovely from an object dark and unwelcoming, then realised this was exactly what Jesus had done for me.
My life was a mess, littered with sorrow, regrets, anger and the consequences of many wrong choices.
I wore black every day, a reflection of the woman I had become, a person I no longer liked nor understood. Life looked and felt hopeless, I could see no way out.
But then Jesus.
First date with Mr E and he took me to church.
First night at church and Jesus accepted me in to a new life with Him.
That new life made me a new creation, the old me passed away and I became a new woman washed clean in the blood of the Lamb, never again to know hopelessness, never again to embrace darkness.
A Light had shone in my darkness and it guides me still, twenty six years later.
I don't know what your darkness is like, but I never want to return to mine.
Has my life been easier?
Yes, but not easier in the sense that all things have gone my way, quite the opposite in fact. I've faced more loss and trial than I could have imagined a quarter century ago.
But I didn't face any of it alone.
When I fell in heap Jesus caught me.
When my heart was shattered He gently held every piece together and gradually over time the healing began.
When I screamed in anguish He listened without rebuke until I could utter no more pain and then gathered me to His heart and cried with me.
I wouldn't change a thing in this life if it meant not having Him.
Jesus, my Saviour, my King, my Redeemer, my God.