A poem:
Photographs of some journals:
I am grateful:
1. I went back to bed to rest.
2. I am feeling a little better than earlier.
3. We are reading in Joshua, and I am reminded of how awesome God is.
4. I have enough money to pay my Boost Mobile bill.
5. The cut on my finger was not so bad that it required stitches.
Happy Thursday, I hope you did some creating today.
Always,
Jo Ann
Chronicles 
I have just never been able to decorate the outside of my journals. They take such a beating always being shoved into this, moved into that. By the time I’ve finished a journal, they are coming apart and I have to hold them together with rubber band.
I thoughI knew you/ almost as well asmyself/ but I was misled.
God, don’t we all know this feeling.
Ray, I love the beautiful blank books and journals, but I always hesitate to use them. I collect them. Most times I am afraid I will mess up the journals with unworthy work.
That thought has occurred to me on numerous occasions. I think everyone experiences it at some point. It seemed like a good start for the poem.