I have a limited edition print (75/500) called “The Old Woman” painted by Mary Shelton Burson in 1982. The date on the print is 11/20/1990. You can see she is sitting in a wheelbarrow reading something. I bought it, probably in 1990, from a friend who was a family member of the artist. As an avid reader, it spoke to my heart about a love that one never outgrows….reading! But today, as I thought about that picture, I got my magnifying glass and looked at the page of the book in her hand, what the old woman is reading….it is unevenly spaced and variable handwritten script, not typseset text…probably a journal, her own or that of someone she loves! Awwww, I knew this picture spoke to my heart then and it speaks to my heart even more now! My journals are my conversations with God….prayers, expressions of joy, laments, frustrations, and the daily commentary of what I see. For years I kept them locked up and hid the key. As I gained confidence in who I am in Christ, I was free to share some of the entries with others. I may have the time and leisure to revisit some of them someday in such a mode as this old woman! Someone recently suggested that I do that and scan into my digital document file those that are particularly treasured and that I may wish to leave as a permanent legacy for my grandchildren. (My children know my failings too well to take seriously anything I offer as wisdom!) 
