My Grandpa’s Bible

This is a picture of my Grandpa’s Bible.

It’s one of my most treasured possessions.

Since he left us last year, it’s been a way for me to touch the memories he filled my life with each morning as I start my day, and remember his Fatherly influence on my life.

All my life, he was there for me, and now I have this book that he held in his hands, this book that held his attention as he searched it with his heart and soul for guidance and wisdom for his life journey – to be there for me in his place.

Just like life, there’s some in this book to be disagreed with, criticized, scorned and questioned.

And just like life, there are glistening diamonds of light speaking to us from the depths of the soul and beyond, guiding us with the meanings we need to continue moving upward and onward in this life journey.

This morning I read the story of God speaking of Moses – regarding his mission to free the isralites from Egyptian bondage.

One phrase, repeated again and again, and again throughout the story.

“Let my people go, that they may serve me.”

And maybe that’s a glimpse into why freedom is such a worthwhile and almost Holy goal.

Do we as people, have some sort of divine calling that we are meant to play out in our lives?

Is the work we’re doing today, serving that calling or is the best of what we have to offer enslaved and chained in?

“Let my people go, that they may serve me.”

Free the people so they may serve the highest good.

Free the people so they may live out their inner calling.

Free the people so they may do what they were put on this earth to do.

“Let my people go, that they may serve me.”

Thanks Grandpa for being a seeker and for leaving me evidence of your search.

The ripples of your great life and influence continue to still the waters of my soul.