Why I read

I wouldn't have missed it for the world  wouldn't have missed loving you Snoopy  You made my whole life better with your smile I wouldn't trade one memory because you mean so much to me  Even though, you won't be around forever  I wouldn't have missed it for the world You have only so much time here to follow  But if I had the chance to keep you forever I would But I wouldn't have all the tomorrows  And I would do it all again I wouldn't have missed it for the world I wouldn't have missed  loving you, Snoopy You made my whole life better with your smile I wouldn't trade one memory  Because you made me happy Even though, you don't have much time here  I wouldn't have missed it for the world loving you  Snoopy  You make my life better with your smile  And the laughter you bring  I wouldn't trade it for anything Cause you bring so much joy to me  Even though, your time is short...

Why I write? I write to express myself. The clutter in my busy head is shoved out when something in me touches pen to paper. I know the story of it all, because I write.  I must encounter ideas and words that spring from them. Why I write is the tips of my fingers type I am the muse to express what I hold in. I can say whatever on a page and be able to own it. You cannot see me or my emotions I am free to be me. Why I write is as simple as why you must exhale. I have to sharpen my creative ideas and mind otherwise I go crazy and fizzle. I must be able to create and word, phrase or thought. Why I write? Many layers like gravel poured along the road I unload so I can reload.  Why I write is my own truth.

First let me preface by saying I am not a Biblical theologian. I did enjoy what I read from Mr. Johnston, but I think this book is better suited for someone intrested in biblical studies. I received this book from Cross-Focused Reviews in exchange for an honest review.

Why I read books? I read books to learn, laugh, cry, Books are a lighthouse that leads me to another world. I read books to escape from the daily routine of my life and let the words soak into me. I am able to be able to love reading for fun I am not in it for any thing I am only reading to read. Why I read books? Why do you breathe? I must. I have to. Something is in me that I must read and express my opinion on it. Reading books is like seeing an old and tattered book on the shelf, It may smell, but I must open it. Books are apart of me. Just like words. Books and words are living water to me. That is why I read.