When I moved across the country for college I brought boxes and boxes of books with me. Not because I thought I would have lots of extra time to read books but because those books felt like friends–I loved them, the characters and stories. My books got put on bookshelves where I could see their titles, reminding me of the times and seasons in which I had read them before.
Books that made the trek:
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
Little Women by L.M. Alcott
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
The Road to Daybreak by Henri Nouwen
The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis
Through Gates of Splendor and A Chance to Die by Elisabeth Elliot
A History of the Middle East by Peter Mansfield
Books are like that. Friends that can be revisited, enjoyed, experienced, and valued. I still have those same books on shelves in my home where I can see them. They still remind me of my life story. Places I’ve been. People I know. Truths I believe.
What books are a part of your life story? Have you ever moved with boxes and boxes of books?