December 29, 1996
It is boring to keep a diary, to write only of the events of the day. This journal has been much deeper than that, but so often only when I was in some kind of pain. Why write when things are going well? And yet -- it is a way to pray, a way to put on paper what I need to say to God, praise and thanksgiving, blessings for those I love, and those I don't even know yet, those who are far away, or close at hand, and suffering.