Precious, life infused words from Romans, Psalms, Proverbs. The message penetrates deep.
The acidic bile in my heart is neutralized. The sin-ulcers lanced, wholeness restored, new perspective coursing life and faith fresh renewed.
Not wanting to lose these words, I reach for my journal. And I write, write, write. The words flow from the ink, take shape, meaning...
A edited repost from my other blog, Letters of Love, sharing one way I walk with Him.
Journaling has long been my habit, but lately I have decided to turn my prayer journals into a beautiful disaster of the tidbits that rush into my mind everyday. Scraps of thoughts, scattered here and there, as they come. because sometimes I just don't have the time or energy to be eloquent and complete.
Life is not perfect. I think that is reflected in my writing. But at the same time, even in my hurried, harried existence, I need a few moments for something beautiful. That is what my journaling has become.
I started out by being inspired by fellow pilgrim Ann Voskamp. I loved the simplicity, yet beauty of her journaling. And so I set out to make my own.
I just make myself a frame, a tiny piece of art. Just little scraps that embellish my words, add flourish. And then I write my scattered thoughts as they come. Thoughts about my day, moments of shared joy with my children, things I am thankful for, my concerns, goals, fears.... Sometimes I write little lists of things I need to get done, or breathe little prayers to God in my writing. But it is all from my heart.
Do you journal? What shape does your journaling take? (Because I personally believe we all have amazingly different and creative ways to express ourselves.) If anyone would like to share, I would love to listen.
Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments box, or link to your lovely blog below.