Who gave you your first Bible? How did it change your life?

I got saved on the night of January 1, 1980 and went home that night and pulled out a HUGE old 1800's King James Bible to read. I got home that night at about 1:30am and stayed up all night reading the Bible. I found an old Bible in an box of auction items and started reading it soon after. I actually have both of those Bibles today and have kept them all of these years. The very first Bible that was given to me was one that my parents gave me as a High School graduation present. That Bible was given to me by them in the middle of May 1980 and they wrote to me in the first pages of the Bible. Again, I still have that one too. I have it on a shelf in my basement and keep so many little keepsakes inside. A memorable bookmark that Mom gave me....clippings, photos, funeral cards. Lots of little mementos of special times and experiences. I have two other Bibles that mean a lot to me too...I have a green one that was given to me by Ray & Jeanne Bernard. It is a Men's Devotional Bible and I used it for years and years. I have a black Bible that Melissa gave me after I was asked to serve on the Board at Faith Chapel in 2006. Melissa told me that all of the Deacons at her church would carry a big black Bible to church and she thought I needed one too. I have used that Bible ever since and have marked it all up with highlighters and notes. Although I used my YouVersion app on my phone and iPad mostly, I still love to take out my Bible and read from the thin pages. Each of these Bibles have marked a very specific time in my life and mean a lot to me....I have always kept those Bibles close and cherish those memories that each one holds for me. They mark time and carry very special memories. Even as I turn the pages, each one means a little different thing and brings back certain feelings.

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