The Old, Leather Journal...

Who would have wondered that one beat up, leather book could hold...

So many random ramblings....

 So many papers...

So many entries...

So many kind words and letters...

So many first moments...

So many friendships...

So much of my journey through life...

So many smiles...

So much love...

 So much history...

So much time...

So many ponderings...

So many doodles...

So many mistakes...

So many of my utmost deepest thoughts...

So many hopes...

So many dreams...

So many fond, cherished, memories!

Three years ago on October 26th, 2008, a black ink pen met, the crisp, cream-colored pages of my fresh, unwrinkled journal, sparking my journey in journaling, recording my day's events whether dull or exciting. 

Are you faithful to your journal {I have not been}? 

And to those who do not keep one, I encourage you to do so. Your girlhood/adolescent/pre-marriage years should be the most cherished years of one's life...a time when care-free days, are everyday; and when one grows older, days that will be looked back on with joy. 

My journal has been in the past, a great comfort and companion, patiently listening to all my thoughts and miscellaneous rambles, that I look back on with giggles of my naive, childish trifles:). It's so interesting as time progresses, how thoughts mature. I was twelve when I started writing in my leather journal, and now that time seems so far away.  

Love in Christ,

P.S. Sorry for the unedited pictures!:) I was lazy to-day!:)