Chilson Family

Wow.  Tomorrow is December first.  November has gone by so fast, even with the events of the last five days.  Tomorrow will be Mom's showing, Friday will be her funeral.  Then we start a new normal, which will be the hardest on my sister and dad.  I am sure Daddy is feeling a bit lost because he is home and her medical bed and pumps are there and she is not. So, last day of November...I am thankful for my Bible.  My precious Word of God.  It brings comfort, conviction and love.  To think that I hold in my hands the history of mankind.  The past, present and future all rolled up in one history book...His story!  If I did not have my precious Bible I don't know what I would do. Thank you God for your precious Word!

Generation follows generation--yet it lives. Nations rise and fall--yet it lives. Kings, dictators, presidents come and go--yet it lives. Hated, despised, cursed--yet it lives. Doubted, suspected, criticized--yet it lives. Condemned by atheists--yet it lives. Scoffed at by scorners--yet it lives. Exaggerated by fanatics--yet it lives. Misconstrued and misstated--yet it lives. Ranted and raved about--yet it lives. Its inspiration denied--yet it lives. Yet it lives--as a lamp to our feet. Yet it lives--as a light to our path. Yet it lives--as the gate to heaven. Yet it lives--as a standard for childhood. Yet it lives--as a guide for youth. Yet it lives--as an inspiration for the matured. Yet it lives--as a comfort for the aged. Yet it lives--as food for the hungry. Yet it ives--as water for the thirsty. Yet it lives--as rest for the weary. Yet it lives--as light for the heathen. Yet it lives--as salvation for the sinner. Yet it lives--as grace for the Christian. ...