I love a fresh, brand-new journal. The year stretches ahead with no event or person, not even me, blotching the pages. And here I am. Day one, page one, with wholesome, blank lines before me.
Yet at the same time those pages are boringly bland. Just as our lives need events and circumstances to make us into what God wants us to be, this journal, to be significant, must have words. Words have power. Lord, let mine be positive.