I really liked the idea of creating a journal myself. It’s like the way I clear my throat.
Elizabeth George
There are things to do today but I wake paralyzed—my mind abuzz with a measure of apprehension, a measure of anticipation, and no particular reason for either.
I head to my private journal to short it out, and return grounded.
There is only this that I absolutely must do in these next twenty-four hours: delight in, and honour, my Creator.
And my perspective shifts.
And it is well.
Soli Deo gloria.
