The Book..part two

Part two of "The Book"!

The wait under the bed was long and painful. I heard voices several times, but none rescued me from my place of waiting. So many of them needed me—but they didn’t know it. They went through the motions of their lives without as much as a second thought to the man who gave so much for them.
One day, a pair of shoes joined my company. They had been kicked off and settled under the bed. At last! Hope of retrieval! And yes, the warmth of the sunlight creeping in from the window was miraculous, and even more so when my pages were opened. But not only were they opened, they were read! The face of a bright young woman had found me when she collected her shoes from under the bed.
Her touch was gentle, her smile kind. She read the words from my pages, and understood them! She knew they had meaning and life in them. When she’d finished reading, she closed me but didn’t let go. She held my close to her heart, and I could feel its beating pulsate through me.
She prayed for me, that the very person who needed me would have me soon; that I would bring encouragement and hope to them. The very hope she had come to cherish when she was just a little girl. The hope of nations.
She searched through her bag until she found a notebook. She took the pen from the nightstand and began to write. She wrote a lovely little note, with references to sections of me that would help a lost person become found. It was wonderfully kind of her. She was helping them find the source of the hope they longed for.
And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.*
And she left. I was sad to see her go, but the note she taped to my front cover brought me courage that it was for the best I was left behind. Someone out there needed me, and it wasn’t her. She had a copy of me that was almost identical. And so I waited, in the drawer that is my home, for another to come along and pick me up.

*Psalm 39:7