The Pink Bible

Years ago, when my walk with Jesus was still new and tender, I spent many mornings at my table with a worn notebook and an open Bible, trying to understand what God was doing in my life.

I was healing in ways I hadn’t expected, slowly learning that the words in Scripture weren’t just history ~ they were alive, speaking into my own story.

During that time, our small country church ~ maybe seventy people on a full Sunday ~ asked if I would start a women’s group.

I remember my first reaction clearly:

Surely they had the wrong person.

I was too new in my faith. Too unsure. Too unqualified.

I told my pastor exactly that.

In his quiet wisdom, he asked me a question I have never forgotten.

“How much wisdom and experience did the disciples have when Jesus first called them? What about Mary Magdalene? Or the woman at the well?”

The answer, of course, was none.

They simply knew Jesus — and told others what they had come to know.

Then he said something that shifted my thinking completely:

“You have the whole story of Scripture in your hands, and you have your testimony. Start there and see what God does.”

So I did.

Not with confidence, but with obedience.

What followed surprised all of us. Together with a small group of women from our church, we organized the first women’s conference our little island had ever hosted. When the day arrived, more than 150 women gathered.

Even now, when I think about that day, the only response that feels honest is this:

Look at what God can do with small steps of faith.

Through serving God in this small but mightly women group, these women had become my center of wise friends, a treasured gift. We attended an offsite women's conference together, after the event went to dinner. These women stood before me and presented me with a gift.

A pink leather Bible.

Inside its pages they had written the most beautiful words — prayers, encouragement, and reflections that I still struggle to read without tears.

That Bible became something more than a gift.

It became a quiet promise.

A promise to them, and to God, that whatever words I shared in the future would always be held up against the truth written inside that cover.

From there, doors continue to open. I have been invited to speak at women’s retreats and gatherings, sharing the same simple message that began in those early days: healing, hope, and a future are always possible when we tuck ourselves under the wings of a loving God and listen to His Word.

What has stayed with me most, though, are the moments when someone quietly says that something from God’s Word helped soften a hard place in their heart, or helped them find their way back to hope.

Those moments remind me of something important.

This work was never mine.

It has always been His.

And I am simply the one holding the pen.

The Quiet Thought

Everything that will be written From the Table begins the same way.

Listening to Him.

Thank you for sharing the table with me today.

~ Felecia