I can stand it no longer – the frayed lining on the bathroom
curtain. It’s way past time to make new ones. But with so many shops now gone
from our local ‘high street’, I’ve got to do it all online. Get the fabric
samples. They never look the same as they did on screen. After four attempts, I’ve
finally chosen one.
Now to calculate how much fabric I need! I’ve done the
online calculator. It seems straightforward enough, but I know that once they
cut the fabric, it is mine, right or wrong. I hesitate, and then look for the yellowing,
creased, well-used instructions on how to make curtains, from the old DIY book
on how to do practically anything in the home. It’s so old I need to rework
things from Imperial to metric, but I am relieved when I find it.
Holding the physical page of instructions in my hands, I
sense my confidence rise. I will always be old school, preferring something I
can hold to what I read on an electronic screen.
That’s probably why I never see myself reading the Bible in
digital format. There is something more solid and real about a printed version.
Something more beautiful in a bound book, than a device of any kind.
Doing life is a lot more complicated and important than
making a new bathroom curtain. I want to linger in God’s instructions for life,
maybe thumbing back or forward to where I made a wee note years ago, maybe
comparing different versions.
It is just possible I might be able to de-clutter the
bookshelves one day, giving away the books which I’ve enjoyed through the
years. But I hope I never have to give up my Bibles, a real touch-stone with
the divine Spirit of grace, source of comfort and encouragement, correction and
inspiration.
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