This is a keepsake of a friendship — yours and Jehovah’s. It is written a little at a time, in your own hand, in the seasons when your heart is steady: the verses that have held you, the songs that lift you, the prayers he answered, the people he sent. And it is read in the other seasons — the ones when your heart forgets what your faith knows. Fill it slowly. Keep it close. What you write here in the light will hold you in the dark.