I sat at the table and opened my daughter’s Bible.

I took a piece of tape and gently placed it around the edges of the tab that marked Psalms. We got the tabs five years ago so she could easily find each book, and now there were tiny tears along the sides of them, threatening to rip the thin pages.

I sat there for about an hour, slowly turning the tabs, taping the tears, touched by the highlights and notes my daughter has recorded over the years.

It made me reflect on how much my own life has been impacted by the power of these words too.

And that’s when I started to cry.

The irony of the situation struck me…

READ MORE about the words that have impacted me during some difficult times over at GodSizeDreams today.