Every so often, I flip through old journals, skimming over past events, prayers, thoughts, and reflections that were captured in a flurry of pencil strokes. Tonight was one of those times. I dug out my journal from 2009/2010 and as I was scanning the pages, one particular entry caught my attention. A poem of sorts written in the early morning dawn illustrated my thoughts as I savored a quiet moment with my Lord. What I love about this entry is that it's raw and full of emotion; it takes me back to that place in time and I can relive the feelings that washed over me that day. That's why journaling is important. When I write I document my walk with Jesus: the prayers, the joys, the tears, the reflections, the questions, memories, and the whispers of God as He speaks to my heart. I write to process. I write to treasure. I write to savor. I write to remember. I write so that I can look back two years later and worship.
August 28, 2010
The morning sun is waking slowly, brushing the sleep from his eyes and stretching his sparkling rays. The breeze is calm, not all together motionless, but very gently rustling the vivid green leaves - leaves that will soon be shedding their summer skin for a golden, autumnal coat. The sky is cloudless, a perfect crystal blue. The finches have chased away the clouds with their morning song, harkening a beautiful day forward out of the night. Just as nature wakes and shakes off the morning dew, I too rise from my bed, and taking up my pen, I write. In the midst of life, busy and bustling, God rains peace on my life like a stream of cool, flowing water. He is my tree and I rest in his shade as I sit on the dewy grass...
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