Personalized Leather Bible Niv Novels & Stories

The question I asked her was truly important to me as it was after all the reason why I never shared the same faith with my mother even after all the ways she tried to help me have the same relationship with her God. ‘’My child, he does speak to us in a myriad of ways. Through nature, people even through me right now to you but the most convenient and obvious way is through his word which is this book im reading to you.’’ Lena then said to me in reply and we then called it a night as it was now late. Ever since that night after doing some thinking, I made a decision and got my own little bible and Lena was totally ecstatic about that. “When you draw near to the creator, he will draw close to

Either well loved, badly looked after or older than the room which houses them, there is something beyond the obvious that sets them apart. I carefully pull the first of four from its place, the leather flakes in my hand and I cringe and tense as I imagine what father would have said. Who am I kidding? He would never have let me get this close. Deep purple, swirling script and tiny inlayed gemstones decorate all the available covers space.

"Take a look." The book was covered in heavy, embossed leather and in the center, in script, was the letter K. What the hell was this? A scrapbook? What kind of scrapbook could Dusty have been keeping? He continued eating in silence, preparing himself for whatever he was going to see, while Marliss and Lou gave him what he called the deadeye stare. Finally, he pushed his plate away, wiped his mouth, and opened the book.

He tilts his head with concern when I look back at him. “Just promise me.” I wipe the tears from my face. “Please.” “Okay, I promise won’t get mad.” He shakes his head, not understanding why he would need to promise that. I take the dragon scale gloves from Pan and carefully unwrap the leather strings holding the bag closed. I reach inside and grab the massive book by the spine. I wait a moment to prepare myself before I slide it out onto the crystal stand. I take a sharp breath when it comes into view. It’s just as beautiful as I remember. The cursed black leather cover has a sheen of iridescent purple when it hits the light. Instead of a leather binding on the edge, I sowed it with golden

Mom said as she drew Ola into a gentle hug. I walked over to the corner of the room where a little shelf was placed, I pulled out the big, black familiar book. It was my dad's most cherished belonging, his Bible. I opened to his favourite verse, walked over to my mom and handed it to her. 2 Corinthians 5:6-8: "So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord."

Eva asked with curiosity. He turned to her, his little face filled with seriousness. "So he can write about his days. Or maybe he can write down things he wants to remember. Like memories." Eva's heart swelled. He was thoughtful, just like his father. "That's actually a beautiful idea," she said warmly. The first journal that caught Elijah's eye was a black-and-blue leather-bound book with a thick strap and elegant stitching along the spine. It looked classy and timeless. "This one!" Elijah announced.

"What came to steal from me?” "I came to get my book," I answered entredentes. The old man frowned, tipping his head slightly. "I don't have any books.” "I'm not blind, he's in your hand.” The man had the audacity to try to hide the book on his bent back. "This bible was a gift from my adoptive daughter. You can't want to steal it. There are jewels in the drawers, money under the mattress. Leave my bible alone.”