She reaches high and gently pulls her childhood Bible off the oak shelf. The black one, the King James Version, a cherished Christmas gift from her Grandma and Grandpa back in 1964. She opens the front cover to trace the childish writing with her eyes and fingertips.
And she smiles.
For there in a careful scrawl reads the date of her redemption. All of 47 years ago. When she came to Jesus, broken and weeping tears of regret and relief in the front pew of the church. And He saved her from her sins. All 10 years of them. And far too many that were to follow.
This is Holy Week's gift. Another milestone reached, with gratitude that overflows. And she remembers, once again, that it was for her that His blessed blood was poured out.
