I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I have too much respect for the Bible.

The images you are about to see are real and sincerely saddened me. Though they were done by my 3 year old son, and though I realize he didn't understand or mean what he was doing, I was still shocked and sad. Last night, when our son was supposedly in bed sleeping, he was doing nothing of the sorts. My husband went to check in on him, and much to our surprise little Jesse was sitting on top of his dresser (assuming he climbed the drawers one by one) and got hold of his very first Bible; the one he received when he was only 9 weeks old. It was a precious gift which was presented to us in front of the church congregation on the day we had little Jesse dedicated by our pastor, Dr. Charles Redmond. Well the Bible no longer looked the way a Bible should look but instead was shredded page by page, torn apart, crumpled, drawn on, even the back cover was somehow partially torn off. As some of you know I recently have started a separate blog dedicate solely to my kids. It's just a journal of their lives so that I don't ever forget or miss the precious things they so often do, or in this case the misfortune that they do (Hannah and Jesse) . This is definately an entry that will be posted later on during the day to their page, but I also wanted to post it here as well. I love and adore my children and I know that little Jesse was just being a little boy, climbing furniture (ever so quietly), making messes, and tearing apart books.....including God's book. Daddy scolded our son somewhat harshly; not just because he ruined the Bible but also because he could have seriously been injured from being up so high on the dresser. I, well I picked up what remained of the Bible and for a split second, the enemy tempted me to throw it away, after all, it was destroyed. But I couldn't. I just couldn't bring myself to do such a thing, not to God's word. Not the Bible. There is so much respect and honor that my husband and I, and our household, have for our Bibles (we have multiple one's by the way). We don't ever like to see one sitting on the floor or in the kitchen where it might get food or water on it, or even outdoors unless it's in some body's possession. That's just how we are; and to our amazement this is just what our pastor himself discussed this morning in church, to which my husband and I exchanged the look of '3 year old's!!!' But really, it doesn't matter to us how messed up, disfigured, worn out, old, or shabby the Bible is; I just can't ever bring myself to put one to waste. I just couldn't do it! I won't do it. There's nothing that would bring me to do such a thing unless God told me that by doing so the garbage man would read it and be saved. That's the only way! So today I sat here trying my best to put the pieces of the Bible back together. It hasn't been an easy task, but a delicate and precious one at that. The first image is of the 'Presented To' page which managed to still be in tack, thankfully. The other images weren't so lucky as you can see. And finally there is the image of me trying to salvage what I could back together. Some of the pages I fear are not recoverable (images you don't see), however I won't give up on them, not on the Bible. I have too much respect for the the Bible. Lessons for the day? 1) Don't assume that your precious memorabilia that you thought was out of reach really is. 2) Check on your younger ones more often, especially during silence.