Baby, Get the Book: Psalm 91 at My Grandmother's Bedside
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When my grandmother was in hospice, she asked me for the same thing every visit: "Baby, get the book and read to me." I didn't know a psalm from a proverb. I flipped through the table of contents until I found Psalm 91, and I read it out loud to her again and again, without understanding a single word.
In this first episode of Heart Copy Journal, I share what I couldn't see in that cold hospice room: my grandmother was planting a seed. Psalm 91 was a love letter from our heavenly Father to her, and now I pass it on to you.
This week's verse: Psalm 91:1–4. Write it slowly and…
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