I had my bible out like any person that carries a bible at Bible study a few weeks ago with some church homies I love to pieces, and my friend Chris who is an artist thought the pages I had highlighted in Matthew were beautiful. I haven’t been able to fill out most of the awesome bible I bought my self recently, after the $3 study abroad bible I bought literally fell apart. But Ecclesiastes is my favorite; it makes sense that I have forgotten to read it lately. I got to highlight my bible in different colors. It is so much more mine when I draw on it, because I draw on everything I care to think about. Back in the days when I didn’t read my bible at all (still not great, such is life), I had a bible that was a version I seriously hated, signed by people I didn’t know or care to know, and filled with bad theology that still makes me angry. Your choice of Bible says a lot about you, if you are in to Bibles. I’m so happy I found one with flowers, and that I stained it with pen ink cluelessly. It is so mine, down to the ugly most recent highlighter fails. Whatever, such is life.