When I was in Germany in March, I went to the little locally owned office supply store near my German school. I bought half a dozen of my favorite colored pens. “You like these pens, don’t you?” the clerk asked me in German. She was a young woman with long straight hair.

“I do!” I told her. “I use them for everything.”

“Me too!” she said. She kept saying more, but the barrier of language and time have erased those details from my memory.

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The journaling process isn’t about the little stack of books we create; it’s more about who we become through the process.

I’m deeply grateful for the peeks inside your Gadanke journals. You’re sharing a piece of that process and of yourself with us. This sprinkle of stories is so inspiring!

Let’s take a look.

These pages of the “Seeking Grace” prayer journal are by Stephanie.

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There is a new blue knit pillow on our bed.

It’s not really a new item in our house, per say. It used to be a sweater.

I wore this sweater the day Martin and I met. It wasn’t nearly so stretched out and saggy back then. ”You should turn it into something,” Martin said when I tossed it into a pile of clothes that didn’t fit anymore. (Nostalgia is our middle name.)

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