I still haven't found my Bible. We have searched the house and the car many times, even walked around the yard in case the dog carried it off. I don't believe even she could have eaten the whole thing without leaving some sort of evidence. But it just appears to be gone.
I just looked through our book shelves and picked up a generic Bible to read today. It feels like I have lost an old and trusted friend. I have to keep reminding myself that the value of the Word of God is just that... it's not my specific copy of the Bible, it is the Words themselves.
The Bible study notes and potential thoughts to write about cannot be replaced. That feels like I've lost a piece of myself.