I never liked carrying big Bibles. Something small that could fit into my pocket always worked fine. I found a nice one that had the whole Bible and was shaped tall and thin to fit perfectly in my pocket. I used it for quite a while until one day I found it on the floor, chewed badly by Casey (our border collie we had back then). Sam was somewhere around 10 or 11, I believe, and asked why God would allow the Bible to be destroyed by a dog. I told him I didn’t know, but I was sure God had a good reason for doing it. I gave him the remains of the Bible and told him to hang on to it, until he could figure it out. While it was badly chewed, it was still marginally functional, and Sam actually used it some. He eventually put it away and lost track of it, but the thing is, he never ever asked why God would do something, after that. The lesson he kept from that is that while we may not know the reason, that doesn’t mean there isn’t one. And if having one Bible chewed up in order to cement that concept into his mind and faith, then it always seemed to me that was more than enough reason.
“Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.”—Proverbs 3:5