I have a journal. In fact, I have several.
Some have just a few pages filled, others are almost complete.
Most are from when I was much younger, one is current.
Some are dated close together, some have days, weeks and even years between entries.
All of them have spelling mistakes.
The words contain pains, secrets, triumphs, hopes, dreams and reality.
Some pages have tear marks and others show frustration.
Some parts you can hardly read they were scribbled so quickly.
There are many prayers recorded.
God was listening, whether I knew it or not.
Some promises have come to pass, others are yet to come.
It tells a story of a girl, where she has come from and where she is going.
It’s an adventure.
It shows enough of the future to keep me excited and
reveals enough of the past to spur me on.
God’s hand is in it, His word alive and active.
I gave my sister a journal today.
It’s to record her adventure, to tell her story.
To remember where she has come from and keep her eyes on where she is going.
Matthew 28:20, “And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”
Do you have a journal?