She grabbed it out of my hand. I was only two sentences in. That’s when I knew I was holding something special. Oh…and it wasn’t my 3-year-old who grabbed it. It was my 9-year-old! She wanted to be the one to read it to her little sister. Kari and I watched as my oldest read The Toddler’s Bible (by V. Gilbert Beers) to her 7-year-old brother and little sister. They kept reading as we started cleaning the kitchen. When they finally came into the kitchen, my oldest proudly announced "We’re on page 54!"
Not sure I need to write much more than that.
My youngest loves her Bible. The older two enjoyed the stories and the amazing illustrations by Claudine Gevry. The pictures are filled with bright colors that quickly engage a toddler. However, as an adult, I even found myself wanting to simply pause and look at the pictures. There is also something about a Bible story told simply and condensed to five or six pages. As you read to your toddler, you find that you end up grasping God’s big picture better yourself.
A good time was had by all.