
I have been journaling for years now. I can’t remember when exactly I started. As I think back, I can remember getting a “diary” back in 5th grade and filling that book up! The smell of the perfumed pages and the cheap metal “keep out” lock are still visible in my mind! I now have well over a dozen journals filled and they changed so much over the years. A few times I have gone back through and read page after page of my early entries. At times I found myself feeling sorry for this girl I was reading about, but then I remembered — that girl was me! Makes me so thankful for the Lord and His loving kindness that brought me to repentance and a true relationship with Jesus Christ. My life has drastically changed and it is so evident from these journals from my early years! These journals are such great reminders of who I once was and what God has brought me through.
Once I gave my life to the Lord, I began journaling for a new reason; a new purpose. I no longer journaled to vent about that day’s problem or to get things off my chest. My journals have turned into so much more. I have found that when I journal, I can stay focused and I don’t find my mind wandering off. At times these entries are a heart-filled prayer to my Lord; a song that springs from the depths of my heart; a sincere thank-you letter to God for all He’s been doing in my life. Other times it’s a painful cry from deep within asking God to help me through a trial or asking Him to forgive me and cleanse me from my sins. It really allows me a chance to get “alone” with God and speak openly and sincerely from my heart.
Over the years, it has been during these times of pressing into Him and journaling that God has really spoke to me and revealed some amazing, mind-boggeling things! I really want to encourage those who have never journaled to start! Give it a try for a month; see if it changes your prayer life! I truly think you will be amazed at what is in your heart and what you have to write. I promise you won’t be disappointed!
And he said unto me, Write. Revelation 21:5
Today, my daughter and I went to the store to pick up a few things we needed for the house and to also pick up some school supplies for City Reach. City Reach is an amazing outreach Allison Park Church does every year at six different locations across the Pittsburgh region. On the final night of City Reach (it’s a week long outreach), they have a Back To School Block Party where they give away bookbags filled with school supplies to hundreds of city kids. I just LOVE this idea! What a great way to show the love of Christ to these children! So, before we went to the store, I explained to Annali that we were going to the store to get some school supplies so we can bless some children who need them. I told her how excited this is going to be and how she could help me pick out the supplies. So, we did our shopping and Annali gladly helped pick out the supplies (and to my shock didn’t complain that she wanted some, too. This is a big feat for a litte girl!). At the end of our shopping adventure, we headed to the check out where this mid-aged man was checking us out. As he proceeded to scan all of our school supplies, he looked at Annali and asked if all these were for her. Without hesitation, she quickly responded, “No, these are for children who need them for school and don’t have any.” I could tell the man was a little taken back at what this 4-year old girl just said and his response was “That’s so nice, I bet you’ll make a lot of friends that way.” As a mom, this is one of those times where you are just so proud. I know it doesn’t seem that signifincant, but to me it was. Wow, she actually understood what I talking about when I explained why we were buying the supplies! As we walked out, I let her know just how proud I was of her and told her that it wasn’t about us making friends, but it was about showing how much Jesus loves these kids. Today’s lesson for me: Wow, my child really DOES listen and I am teaching her things everyday whether I am conscious of it or not! Thank God for his little blessings.














