I remember the very first time I laid eyes on a journaling Bible. It was my senior year of high school, and one of my friends received one as a present. She brought it to Bible class and all the girls ooh-ed and ah-ed over the gorgeous floral cover. Then she opened it and showed us how there were lines on the inside she could use to take notes. It felt weird, being jealous of a Bible. Seemed paradoxical or… Read more »
