Wednesday, March 28, 2012

words

I have habit, no maybe its an addiction, or maybe its pleasure, but I like to journal. For some reason I can't really make myself go to bed till I scribbled something into my (currently) green journal.

One of my friend's smirked at me the other night when I sat down with my all time favorite Sharpie pen to write.

 "for all we know you could be writing a theology book..." I finished the sentence for her "instead of writing stupid mindless things".

 And then we laughed together.

No I'm probably not writing a theology book. I'm writing how I apply theology in my life.

The verses I needed to read that day. They get written down.
The unexpected small, but yet huge blessing gets recorded forever.
I preach to myself by writing down the words I need to hear. Isn't that better then mumbling to yourself?

Sometimes I have to write down something exciting, but must of the time it probably is just gibberish to everyone, but me and God.

People will read this and I think I'm weird . Maybe I am, but really in 10 years I want to remember what God did in my life when I was crazy college student. Weren't the Israelites called to leave memorial stones? How is journaling really any different?

My journals will probably never be published, but still if only for  me I need that evidence of God's faithfulness. I need to remember where I used to be and the grace of God that changed me.

Strange, yes I probably am, but if that's what takes for me to remember how God's grace is glorified in my life then I don't mind a bit.


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