My mother’s Bible had everything in it except just Bible pages. Receipts, funeral cards, names of babies, a picture of my dad from before his hair went white, and one grocery list that said eggs, flour, coffee, and “call Nadine.”
I found that after she died and just sat there for a while. It felt like her whole life was tucked between those pages. Faith, worry, family, errands, all mixed together like that is just how life is.
She prayed for America too. Every president, whether she liked him or not, which I did not always understand. She said the country needed prayers more than opinions sometimes.
This hex is for her, for the Bible she wore out with her hands, and for the family she kept praying over even when we were not making it easy.