I'm a journaler.
I write what I think.
(I'm sure you're shocked.)
I just finished the last page in a hardback journal today, one with stripes of grass green, chocolate brown, burnt orange, and deep sugar plum.
My heart has traveled a ragged road since I began the journal. Those pages held my worries, concerns, questions, waiting, wondering. All poured out. Every last drop.
But as I wrote the last page, I realized this chapter ended with closure, answers, clarity, and a woven theme throughout: faithfulness, goodness, strength, and peace.
Not a bad storyline.
The book covers of my journals bind the pages of my life.
Off to the bookstore to buy a new journal. Time to write the next chapter.