Life is not easy, though it probably should be for this gal. I am blessed with a loving, encouraging, CRAZY-FUN family. A roof protects my head. My bills are paid… at least until next month. I sleep in a comfy bed. There is way too much food in my pantry. Moreover, I’m not sitting in a chemo chair nor worried that ISIS will kidnap me because I love Jesus. Yet, anyway.
But I still find myself uncertain, worried, heartbroken, rattled, and, every-so-often, downright depressed. In those moments, I could tell you – the world – all about my heartache in hopes that your words of encouragement would pull me from the muck. But doing so would only make you worry, and worry plus worry does NOT equal peace. I could ask you to pray, but I’d rather you save your prayers for those battling REAL mountains.
So what’s a gal to do? Well, since I’m pretty much filtering most of my thoughts through God all day anyway, the poor Guy gets the good, the bad, and the ugly. And “pray without ceasing” tends to happen at 2:00 a.m. even easier than 10:00 a.m. I pray, and God is faithful to calm my nerves and help me to take a much-needed breath.
But long ago, I felt the urge to journal the best and the worst days, the mountains and the valleys. To pour all my prayers down on paper, writing in red sometimes because the words were as painful as if I were penning them in blood. Things I would NEVER include in a blog. Through them, I have a personal record of a life playing leapfrog. My mountains. My valleys. My victories. My hopes. My goals. My fears. My realities.
My journals wouldn’t help you at all. You probably wouldn’t even “get” them. (Plus I never include names, so they’re not even good for juicy gossip!) But they are good for me. For looking back on some darker days and facing the truth that I’m stronger than I realize, and God is much BIGGER than I will ever comprehend.
But your journal? Your journal might be exactly that very thing that helps you find a little more strength to leap over your next mountain, to get you through your day, to help you take your next breath.
XO
Flying Pigs 