The missing part of me...
The pass few weeks were the time that I seriously do my quiet time, study my bible. Everyday I'll use my 1 hour journey to school to do my quiet time. But on Monday it was a bit different, everything was the same old routine, take bus then take MRT, then open my bag to take out my NLT(new living translation) BIBLE.
BIBLE! S**t ! Where is my BIBLE ? Oh, no... I realise I had misplaced my BIBLE somewhere. I can't remember if it's at home or in church. If it's at home, it's still ok but if it's in church, i will never know it will end up in whose hands. I felt abit sad and worry and also dissapointed at the same time. My NLT BIBLE is really a very good BIBLE. It makes my studying of BIBLE more easier. So, with no hope of where is it, I just take out my another BIBLE, which is a NKJ (new king james) BIBLE, with only the new testiments. I feel so weird reading that, it seems like not a part of me, feel so uncomfortable. The feeling is like I'm reading a foreign book. Then, yestaday my friend told me that my BIBLE is with him. Oh thank God! At that moment, I start to realise that my BIBLE is very important to me. It something that not only teach you the way you should behave, it also tells you about the truth of life. Well, a christian without a BIBLE is as good as a human without a brain. You will not funtion properly. My BIBLE is a part of me something I can't do without. It's somehow more important than the oxygen we take in every second. Thank God, I found back the missing part of me... |