I reached the final pages of a beloved moleskine today. Black, like all the others, with off-white pages and a little ribbon marker. This one, I decorated with a white Apple sticker and dubbed it my Mac Book Faux.
Somewhere along the line, I learned a little journalling tip...number the pages as you go, and then when you're done, save a page in the back. On that blank page, jot down page numbers and one line descriptions of memorable entries or events so you can find them at a moment's notice. In closing out this journal, I noted things like "p.11, financial miracle" and "p.27, prophetic word from Ed Hackett". If I never read them again - and that would be a tragedy - at least I enjoyed revisiting them as I catalogued them.
Reading an old journal with the perspective of "if I knew then what I know now" is probably unavoidable. In some ways, I think it's healthy. In reading what has been written over the past few months, you see those times when destiny was winking at you...giving you a sideways glance, flirting with you, but never enough for you to be sure at the time if it was her or your own imgaination
Destiny rarely looks you full-on in the face. She always keeps you wondering. She is much more easily easily seen in retrospect. What was vague and illusory as you wrote is now revealed. There she is on the page. Clear as day.
And now that you see her in all her glory, it's time to turn the page again.