A Tiny White Bible

Sailing down I-95, rushing to appointments at the Mayo Clinic, I

reach into Kristen's glove compartment for a napkin.

"Oh," she says, "I don't have any but there is something in there you should get," my daughter smiles. 

Reaching blindly into the dashboard my hand rests upon a tiny book, which I pick up. 

Touching the little white Bible, my fingers suddenly catch fire as I feel the old, soft, worn leather. 

Literally! 

It shocks my fingers.

"Dammit," I exclaim, jerking my hand back while still holding onto the tiny Gideon Bible my Grandmother gave my daughter years ago. 

Holding the tiny New Testament with Psalms and Proverbs, I literally feel my Grandmother's presence rushing up through my fingers, up my arms and into my heart, as I can literally feel her flash through my entire body. 

Gasping, joy full tears erupt from my eyes. 

"What's wrong?" Kristen's ask, suddenly concerned, reaching for my hand.

"Nothing," I softly answer. "What a gift.  I can feel her."

Grandma Carver gave it to me," Kristen explains. I keep it with me."

I nod but have nothing to say. The rush of emotion and surprise is a weird, wild spiritual rush.  For a second, my Grandmother fills me up and is just as alive as everyone else in the car. 

I hold the Bible, snap a pic and send a text to Sarah sharing what's just happened. 

"You okay Dad?" Kris repeats, grabbing my hand and not letting go. 

"Yeah," I say, wiping my eyes, "I'm good. What a gift!"

I stare out of the window at the marshes of Glynn silently and wondrously, as we sail down I-95, feeling much loved.