The Letter Waiting in the Bible
Sixteen years ago, after my grandma passed away (my grandpa had already passed years before), our family gathered at their home to go through their belongings.
My grandparents were a big part of my childhood.
I spent countless hours at their house, and some of my sweetest memories were made there.
As I walked through the house that day, I found myself drawn to an old Bible that had belonged to them.
I wasn’t looking for another Bible.
I already had one I read regularly.
But something inside me knew I wanted this one.
Not because of the Bible itself…
But because of what it represented.
A legacy of faith that had quietly been passed from one generation to the next.
So I brought it home.
Years later, when Be Love Give Love found its home in downtown Lillington, that Bible came with me.
It quietly sat on a shelf in my office for two years.
I never opened it.
It was simply there.
Then came the day I carried the first boxes home as one season was coming to a close.
One of the very first things I brought inside…
Was that old Bible.
I set it on the kitchen table.
A little while later, I sensed that familiar, still, small voice whisper,
“Open it.”
As I reached for the Bible…
I sensed another whisper.
“You’re going to find a letter.”
I had never opened that Bible.
Not once.
So I slowly began turning the pages.
Page after page…
Then I saw an envelope tucked between them.
Page 111.
I just stared.
“There really is a letter.”
Before I opened it…
I sensed one more whisper.
“It’s from you.”
My eyes immediately filled with tears.
I carefully opened the envelope.
At the bottom it simply read:
Love, Abby.
It was a letter I had written to my grandma and grandpa when I was a little girl.
I can’t fully explain what I felt.
It was one of those sacred moments that words never seem able to hold.
I called my mom right away and read it to her.
Later, I discovered something I hadn’t known.
The Bible had been given to my grandparents by my great-grandmother in 1962.
Three generations…
Connected by one Bible.
I just sat there in awe.
As I held that little letter in my hands…
I couldn’t stop thinking…
Little Abby had touched this paper.
She had carefully written those words.
She had signed her name.
And somehow…
That little letter had been waiting for me all along.
Then another thought quietly settled into my heart.
Maybe little Abby had been waiting for me too.
Over the past several months, God has been gently reminding me that it’s safe to grow.
Safe to use my voice.
Safe to become the person He created me to be.
Finding that letter on the very day I brought the Bible home felt deeply personal.
Not because it answered every question.
But because it reminded me of something I’ve come to trust.
God really is in the details.
Sometimes…
He leaves little breadcrumbs…
Waiting to be discovered exactly when we need them.
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Part of the Breadcrumbs collection by Abby Lewis—true stories that leave room for God to speak.