Scribble or scrap?

I’ll be celebrating an anniversary soon though I don’t remember the exact date. I’ll rejoice the season anyway, because it’s when I bought my first big girl Bible.
   For someone that has a bookshelf filled with God’s Word in different versions and maybe even languages, it may not be a big deal. But for me, it's huge.
   My neighbor gave me a little white Bible for my eighth birthday (which still sits on my bookshelf) and if memory serves, it’s only been opened a few times to  Psalm 23. I also remember my church handing out Bibles for confirmation though honestly I’m not sure what happened to that copy.
   So, a few years ago I bought my lavender covered, Women of Faith NKJV with purpose!

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The summer of thankfulness

I remember being excited to start first grade. I filled my school box with chunky pencils; made sure every crayon had a sharp tip and wrote my name on the top right corner of my Big Chief tablet.
   Eager to use scissors with a point for the first time I knew I was hot stuff. That is until I was given a note from the school nurse to take home. It said I needed to go to the eye doctor.
   My mother made an appointment and before you knew it; my little body sunk into the huge leather chair in the optometrist office. Fascinated by the funny looking machine that hung from the ceiling I scooted to the edge of the big chair to look through the silly apparatus. It made me dizzy as lenses flipped back and forth. Six-year-old wisdom knew the alphabet was out of order; the doctor chuckled when I told him but he didn’t fix it.

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