While Amy and I were cleaning out our garage today, I came across my first Bible. It's a small, black, King James Version Bible that has my name engraved on the cover. My parents gave me the Bible on Christmas Day 1987. The cover has broken away from the pages but it's still in pretty good condition considering that it's over 20 years old.
As I think back over my childhood, I am so thankful that my parents loved God and desired for me to have a passion for Him and His Word. By God's grace, that passion took root in my heart at a very early age, and I am amazed that I am His child.