I was recently going through some boxes during one of my decluttering crusades and came across a crate of old journals. Of course I couldn't help myself. I had to read each page. It's amazing how words can take a person back to places long forgotten, places that so easily come to life again. The times of real happiness and real sorrow are remembered in the heart, but written on paper they become valuable. Precious lessons learned. An account of God's faithfulness. The perspective of years. Encouragement for today. A gift for tomorrow.
I think my last journal entry was in the months before my second daughter, Lydia, was born. That would be 9 years ago. I'm glad that she will have those journals to read about her mother during those years- everything from sermon notes to travel arrangements to postpartum woes. I'm sure she'll get a few laughs and surprises!
I'm ready to write again. When my feet hit the ground in the morning they don't stop until long after the children are in bed. At times it seems that if my life were any more full it might burst. Yet I know that these are the places that I want to revisit someday. I want to smile and cry and laugh and pass along the everyday lessons and goodness of God.
So, welcome to my world.