My room is piled with books.
On my bed sits my first attempt at book art. I think its progressing fairly well, and I know this first won’t be a last.
On the floor rests the pile I hauled home today.
Lots for school… a book of junior plays for my students… a 60 day devotional by Ann VosKamp… a book about a frog and his life as an english gentleman…
Slightly higher off the floor rest yesterday’s finds.
Yet another Max Lucado book (don’t ask how many I have)… Charlotte’s Web… a book about rescuing abducted children in Nepal…a school devotional… and of course, more books for my students.
Lately, I’ve done more book-buying then book-reading… but as I fold the pages of Jane Austen’s Persuasion, and watch the pattern appear beneath my fingers, I’m realizing that books are about a lot more then reading. They’re about art, and expression, and a thousand dreams… they’re about adding hope and beauty and love to the world. Books are about seeing through another’s eyes… and ultimately glimpsing the creator.
Someday I want to read more again… but for now, I’ll happily expand the library of my room, knowing that God can speak through pages whether I read through them… flip through their pictures… or relax while I fold them into beauty.