I’ve had the same bible for 11 years. Its a fat burgundy leather New King James bible. Its filled with words and doodles in the margins and there are pictures and cards and sermon notes stuffed between the pages. I love that bible. It has the prayers I scribbled down as an 8 year old and the conversations me and Jesus had just a few weeks ago. So I’m sure you can understand why I’m so devastated that I lost it. When people would ask me what I would save if my house was on fire I always said my bible and my pink guitar. Now my bible is somewhere in Africa. Well that sounds a little too epic. Its somewhere in Ghana, probably at the children’s home where I last saw it. I ordered a new bible today. Its a New Living Translation imitation leather bound bible. A blue one, with a yellow leaf on it. I like yellow, and I realized today that I like the feeling of something new. I’m starting a new school and I just got a new shirt and a new restaurant opened by my house. I went to Africa thinking I new exactly what I wanted out of life and I came back and I just feel new. I feel young and independent and free, even if I’m trapped inside my house because I don’t have a car. I don’t know what I want from life. I just want to explore and have adventures and make messes. Everyday there’s something new. Today I ate my body weight in dove chocolate. Tomorrow, I don’t know yet. I don’t want to rush growing up. I’m happy with today. andI know what you’re thinking, “all you did was get a new bible! Shut up all ready!” ok ok… Peace and love and whatever comes after that.