Books are one of my great joys in life. I still prefer to touch and smell the paper, hold it in my hand, and slowly watch my progression as I turn one page at a time. A bookmark can be personal for me. It can say something about myself or the person who gave it to me. If I receive one as a gift, I am reminded of that special person continually as I move it from page to page, then book to book.
FRONT: It was a dark day. But not a day without hope. It was the day that God’s promise was fulfilled.
BACK: “It is only when our eyes lift to the heavens that we can see the hope that has risen out of death and destruction. It is hope that gives life.” — David Arms