Early stacks - neat, tidy.
The problem with that early stack is it was hard to tear into these once loved, now discarded, books. It was almost impossible to take an old illustration (that I might never see/hold again) and attach it to a project that I would certainly never see again!
Too many thrift shops... too many bargains... I had to loosen my grip on this stack of "wonderful". Amazing what happens, deep inside your soul, when you open the hand wide and share. It took a while to understand this. Fortunately for me, a lesson learned late is still good.
REmade stack - joy, down in my heart.
The life stack.
Early in the building of this stack, pages that looked like ransom notes expressed the cry of a heart desiring conversation with God. Over many years, new pages were added, then new books. They became more personal - and so did the conversation. What started as "I should", became necessary, like food.
My goal? That this conversation might become vital ... like breathing.
I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in His word do I hope. Psalm 130:5