Dear Caleb,
You’ll find my Bible on the nightstand, soft at the spine and underlined almost everywhere. I know you. You’ll turn straight to the marks and wonder what I was thinking.
So I wrote it down. Most mornings, before the house woke, I read a chapter and said out loud what God was showing me. Some of it is barely a sentence. A few I’m almost embarrassed to keep. I left them as they were.
When you miss me, read it. And when life leaves you anxious about everything, as it so often left me, start with Philippians 4. That’s where the peace found me, and where I pray it finds you too.
Mom




