The last few weeks have been the kind of full where you blink and suddenly you’re in a different city, holding a coffee you didn’t order, trying to remember what day it is.
Grant and I flew to Washington, DC for two Supreme Court cases ADF argued. And honestly, I expected DC to be freezing. Other winter SCOTUS rallys have been cold and rainy. But it wasn’t. It was chilly enough that I was glad I had a jacket, but there was no wind, no rain, no weather drama. Just crisp air and calm skies, which felt like a small mercy when everything else felt intense and fast-moving.
We also flew out our best friends, Zac and Megan, which made the 3 days feel lighter. I don’t know if you have friends like that, the kind who step into a busy season with you and somehow bring peace just by being present, but that’s what it felt like.
On Monday, while Grant was working, Zac, Megan, and I decided to go to the Museum of the Bible in Washington DC. We truly thought it would be a quick visit. A couple hours. A meaningful little DC stop.
We ended up staying from open to close.
I’m not exaggerating.
Every time we said, “Okay, last exhibit,” we’d turn a corner and walk into something else that made us stop in our tracks.
It’s hard to explain, but the museum doesn’t just teach you Bible history. It makes you feel the weight of it. The cost of it. The miracle of it.
And then we came to the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Standing there felt like standing in front of something that time itself couldn’t destroy. These scrolls are thousands of years old. At their finding, they predate the oldest known copies of Scripture by almost a thousand years, and yet the text is almost identical.
A thousand years later, and God’s Word is still the same.
That did something to me.
It wasn’t just fascinating. It was grounding. It was like the Lord was reminding me, quietly but firmly, I have always been faithful. I have always preserved what I spoke. I’m not fragile. I’m not scrambling to keep things together.
And then I learned how they were discovered. A shepherd. Looking for a lost sheep. A man doing ordinary work, in an ordinary place, and he stumbles into caves where clay jars were holding one of the most significant discoveries tied to Scripture.
Of course it was a shepherd.
Of course the Lord used someone humble.
It felt so biblical, in the most beautiful way.
Another moment that got me was the Western Wall exhibit. They have a piece of the Wall, but they also have a live feed where you can watch people praying at the Wailing Wall in Israel. People weeping. People pressing their hands against stone. People slipping prayers into the cracks.
It made prayer feel so real. Not theoretical. Not something you talk about. Something you do with your whole heart.
And then there was the Bible translation room.
They want to translate the Bible into every language, every tribe and tongue. They’re hoping to have it completed by 2035. There are monitors where you can hear Scripture being read in different languages, and it’s honestly hard to listen without getting emotional.
Because it makes you realize how easy we have it.
I can grab a Bible off my shelf anytime I want. I can choose a translation. I can listen in the car. I can read freely.
And there are people groups who don’t even have the full Bible translated into their native language. Some only have pieces. Some live in places where it’s illegal to own or read Scripture at all.
It made me grateful. Deeply grateful.
And it also made me ask myself, have I been treating access to God’s Word like it’s ordinary?
Because it isn’t.
That day left me with a quiet kind of awe. The kind you meditate on and carry with you.
If God can preserve His Word through thousands of years, wars, fires, and empires, then He can preserve me and you too. Even if life feels messy right now. Even if the season feels uncertain. Even if you feel small.
He’s faithful.
He’s always been faithful. Stay tuned for part 2.
Love & Blessings,
Tori
