Growing up, I had countless diaries and journals. Each one that I got I was so excited to be able to express myself and collect memories. I would write in it everyday for about the first week. Then it would tapper off.
I have one journal from my high school years that I actually wrote more than 5 entries. The journal got me through a time in my life where I was finding who I was. A time when I felt insecure with who I was. I was in high school and boys were on my mind. My brother used to say my first date will be my wedding day. We would joke saying that the only way I would get a husband is if I ordered him in the mail. Yet, I was not into boys most of my high school life. I was shy.
My journal was full of desperate unknowings, feelings of ending up alone. My journal gave me something to focus on. I made list of qualities I was looking in a husband for which I would pray. I would write down my prayers for my husband. I enjoy looking back. I look back at it now am grateful for the memories that were collected. I am grateful for the struggles.
So here I am once again trying this world of blogging. I haven't blogged in over a year. Once again my journal keeping has gone by the wayside. So here I am, blogging once again. Trying to collect my memories, my adventures as a way to track my growth, struggles and triumphs. I am going to attempt to bold, honest and transparent so when I look back I can see how God has worked in my life. Ready or not...
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