Journaling.

It might be about the experience. Going to Barnes and Noble in anticipation. Knowing when I get there I'll get to take in the colors, I'll touch the covers, and I might even open them to smell. This is what it looks like when I purchase a new journal. Every night before I go to bed, I spend almost an hour reading and journaling. Writing my prayers, doodling in the corners, expressing my heart on the pages of paper. It's healing, but even more so, as I take time to re-read my words from the past, I see evidence of answered prayers. Prayers answered in ways I hadn't fathomed as I wrote. I see my heart as it changes every day and I'm reminded of the many and abundant blessings I've been given. The journal I bought today is 100% handmade by women in Nepal out of Lokta plant. The pages within are tattered and imperfect, and I can't think of a better place to share my heart.

And below are just some of my old journals.