Pages From My Journal

     Walk into any store that sells greeting cards, mini notebooks, sticky notes or any other kind of odd and end and you'll find "Count Your Blessings" written on something. Sure, blessings are real and taking notice of them is a great.       Psalm 107:21 says, "Let them thank the LORD for his steadfast love, for his wondrous works to the children of man!"            But, don't count the things you like, searching for a number. The sum will always change. Your attitude towards life will always waver, discontent with different numbers. The only thing that stays the same day after day is the love and wisdom that God has. He knows how many blessings you need each day, and you may disagree. God's blessings--no matter the total--always equal enough.             When I'm struggling, knowing God's working on something in my life, but I can't see it yet, sometimes I just pull...

     A treasure I found at a garage sale: A used copy of C.S. Lewis essays.      There are those who love new books. The breaking of the bind for the first time, section by section in order to prolong its life. The smell of fresh, modern ink. The turn of crisp pages. The feel of a nick free dust cover. There are those people.         There are those who love old books. The ones fished out from broken boxes and attic shelves. The aroma of dust flipping off the paper. The feel of worn pages and delicate prologues. There are these people.      I will choose not to side with either. There is something I love about getting a new book and also finding an old one. My favorite isn't one of these.       I prefer used books.      The ones that have a previous owner, someone else whose devoured its pages and bookmarked...