A new journal.
No crossed-out misspelled words.
This is my new journal, and it’s whatever I want it to be right now. I have a surmise regarding the soon-to-exist content of these pages, for it will most likely be comprised of my own words, someone else’s thoughts, excerpts and exegeses of God’s Word, and whatever else I deem worthy of copying down. For now, though, it’s nothing more than a bare book with personal hopes and expectations projected onto it. As its front and back cover will remain the same through time, a pen in my hand will transfigure the beige, unruled pages into a compendium of ideas, experiences and influences, all of which will shape and change my spirit in some colossal or small way.