Who else keeps a journal?
In my teenage years, I had diaries. I wish I had saved those silly young girls' rants about boys, first kisses, and friends' loyalty and betrayal. I do not remember ever getting rid of the diaries, but since I do not have them today, then I will assume that at some point in my life, I looked at them as secrets I wished no one else to know and sent the pages to die in the dumpster along with the sins of my past.
Lately, God has been urging me to stop writing so much and start reviewing those journals I did hang on to from adulthood.
Documenting everyday life and sharing thoughts, feelings, successes, and failures tends to release pressure from one's daily existence; hence, a volcano does not erupt from holding the mess of life inside. And this: in review, a journal can convict you - whether you acted rightly or wrongly - a journal review is like you become judge and jury of your past.
I'm learning a lot about myself by going back into my journals. I am also learning a lot about God's faithfulness. I confess that life has not turned out as I had hoped. However, I have learned so much along the way. And despite the perfect life I had charted for myself that did not pan out - God has been and is still there - directing my steps. If I step out of line, I have no one to blame but myself. And that's the beauty of following God and His will. It is why God's chastisement for mistakes made can be gold if we learn something along the way.
There is no better therapy than the truth God reveals if we open our hearts to Him.
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| Upon leaving after watching Summer at a horseback riding lesson last year, I came across this beautiful scene. God paints the best pictures. |
