Four years ago, when I printed the first batch of Dwell Journals, I ordered 600. It seemed like an impossibly high number, but I believed that if I could encourage just a handful of women to dwell daily on the Word of God, it would be worth it. It took me three years to sell all of those journals, but by the grace of God, I did it, and this spring, I ordered 500 more. Four different covers this time, with a fresh new layout on the inside designed to make it even easier for women to focus their hearts and minds on Scripture. And y'all, I'm beginning to think that I don't have enough to make it through the holiday season. You're looking at what's left of my inventory after I packed for Handworks. Those two baskets on the bottom left hold my remaining stock of adult Dwell Journals. With the exception of a few more pink journals that I haven't packaged yet, this is it. I know that for some brands, 500 prayer journals would be nothing, but for me, it's a really big deal. I'm overwhelmed and so very grateful for your support this year. Thank you! I'm also in awe of all that God has done. He's so, so good. Not just because he's growing this little business, but because he's using it to draw people closer to him, and I get to be a part of it. I'm working on new journals for 2020. They'll release to our retail stores in January and in the online shop a couple of weeks after that, but if you've been eyeing one of this year's covers, you better hop to it and get it before it's gone. After Handworks, I have three more events, and I'm thinking that some of these covers will be sold out sooner rather than later. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for supporting Muscadine Press. More than anything, I'm grateful for the opportunity to encourage you in your walk with the Lord. Thank you for inviting me in and letting me be a part of your life in this way. It means the world to me. And I'm not just saying that. Leslie Ann
Choosing to rejoice anyway is one of the most powerful things that we can do to fight back against the enemy (who would like nothing more than to see us a defeated). It's a declaration of faith in God's goodness and faithfulness, despite all appearances to the contrary, and it's always good for us to declare his praise. Especially when our weary souls need to be reminded of his goodness.
I was in my 40s when my grandmother, Jewel, died in her mid-90s. One of my strongest childhood memories was sleeping in the extra twin bed in her room and hearing her pray aloud for each family member by name before she went to sleep.
Sometimes the very thing our souls most need is to stop in the middle of the brokenness and dwell on a thing of beauty. To be reminded that for all that is wrong and broken in the world, there is also beauty and light and life.