The pen that I use to journal with is running out of ink…I think my next pen will be a fine point green pen. Yeah, that’ll be a nice way to finish filling up the empty pages of this green journal while I look forward to the next one.
Took the time to read her story…to flip through her pages. To digest her history. I found her to be more beautiful, more lovely, more courageous, stronger, softer, brighter, more exceptional and above all, more her. Best read of my life.
Having this has been so life-changing, but it was so difficult to accept at first.
I read this the other night (on my very slow journey through Proverbs), and had to pause. I thought about they myriad of times I didn’t protect my heart and let it run to that which I knew would ultimately hurt me. The truth of this just struck a chord…