A 20 year old gift found me when I was finally ready for it and I’m so grateful via /r/gratitude

Twenty years ago, a friend gave me a Bible.
He gave it to me at a time when I was really depressed, and I didn’t believe that God could love someone like me. I thought it was a beautiful gift, but I didn’t crack it open. I put it on a shelf and left it there, untouched, unread.

Life happened.
My friend and I drifted apart, no drama, just time and distance. I went through a lot, and my relationship with Christianity changed over the years. I healed. I grew. And now I’m in a place where I know that God loves me fully, deeply, unconditionally.

Today, I opened that Bible.
The same one that sat silently on the shelf for two decades. The same one I once didn’t feel worthy of reading. It felt like such a full-circle moment. A gift from a friend who didn’t know what he was doing at the time, just following a nudge to give something meaningful.

So wherever you are, Andre… thank you.
You had no idea what that Bible would mean to me someday.
I pray you’re well. I pray you're happy.
And I’m so, so grateful for you.