Inside these pages there is so much life. My life. My story. My joy.
I journal because in all essence, I write better than I speak. My journals are full of prayers that for whatever reason flow unrestricted from my heart, to my hand, to the page. No fear of what is being written or who might one day read it.
This was not always the case.
Years ago my journals were superficial, "Dear Diary" kind of journals. Inside were the mundane details of my day-to-day life. There was no depth, no soul. It was all about want, want, want. It was all about ME.
Now they are so far from what they once were.
Now my soul is bared, my veins cut open, my lifeblood pouring out onto the pages. His lifeblood.
God is in them. His Spirit thrives among my words and as I look back and read through my past journals, His presence fills me once again. I am reminded of all that He has done throughout my spiritual journey. I am reminded of the pain, the joy, the victories, the mistakes, and all that lies in between.
I see that my story is no longer about me but about Him. It is no longer about want, but about need. I need Him. Daily I pick up my journal and am reminded that He is ALL I NEED.
In these pages I see how far He has brought me and how much He is going to do through me still.
In these pages He has written my story. He has written His story.
