just to say it
Yesterday, a dear friend named Dawna, gave me this gorgeous journal. She and her daughter took a book binding class together, and in prayer she believed she was to give me her first attempt.
I have to say that it is by far the most beautiful journal I’ve ever had, and I’ve had many many. The mother of pearl button was her great-grandmother’s, and the other two blingy buttons were her grandmother’s. I love a thick paper that sings when ink touches it, and this paper does with its perfect texture. She picked every page, punched every hole, threaded every binding string.
On the inside is a note that she dated April, because it is her favorite month, and in it she called me the sweetest names. I read it this morning and cried that someone would say what she did, because I know the names are true and untrue all at the same time.
Jesus Christ changes everything.
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