tumbling after You

Oldskine, Newskine.

I love old moleskines. Its frayed and travel-weary cover, loyally safeguarding the contents within from contamination. Its expandable inner pocket, overflowing and over capacity, heavy-laden with the task of containing church bulletins, notes, and doodles. Its pages saturated with ink and scarred by the knife-point of a 0.38mm Uni-ball Signo RT pen. God-inspired knowledge flowed forth from the possessor’s mind and archived on sewn-in, acid-free paper. To the lucky owner of this well-used journal, a self-reminder of times past upon each survey of its entries. The doubts expressed toward God’s promises on page 12 are made foolish by the praise expressed for God’s faithfulness on page 89. Spiritual growth organized by date, quantified by page numbers, and referenced by verses. 

I love new moleskines. Its smooth, leather cover prepared to sacrifice itself for the sake of its fragile cargo within. It’s expandable inner pocket, stiff and compressed, waiting impatiently to stretch its fold and embrace leaves indiscriminately. Its parched pages longing to be bathed in ink and satiated with wisdom. Tiny blank boxes, each soon to receive its piece of real estate in the grid that composes the grand picture. (Unless that box happens to contain a space between words. Then… sorry?)  Lines and penstrokes, two star-crossed lovers, destined to waltz across the surface in endless fashion. (Or at least until the edge of the page…) What sort of occurrences and musings will fill these pages in the months to come? Well…

LORD, I know that people’s lives are not their own; it is not for them to direct their steps.

~ Jer. 10:23

Welcome to the family, my new soft-cover large squared notebook. :)