Each morning after making the bed, I head to the couch in our family room, coffee cup and Bible in tow. Seated where I have a view of the dawning of the day, I sip my coffee from its warm cup topped with frothy cream. On my lap is my Bible, my journal and a pen. I stop and pray, asking the Spirit of God to teach me truth from this precious Book. As I read, the sky isn’t the only thing that is illuminated. The verses and chapters from God’s Word go from my eyes to my heart. God teaches me about Himself and His Son. My understanding is