My daybreak therapy is praying with a pen, recording trials and blessings of yesterday.
King David and I have spent many quiet dawns and silent nights in the Psalms he once penned in caves and pastures. David the shepherd–king has faithfully been a good mentor, guiding me through the tough times of life, leading me beside still places.
Now I write about my Beloved of my everyday in journals filled with naked thoughts on tear crinkled pages, and . . . I emerge strong.
There are times my journal is nothing more than a tattered scrap recklessly scribbled at a traffic light, or jots on a napkin, transcribed later to the treasured keepsake.
Mostly, it’s in the sweet Selah pause and ponder times, when I come quietly before the Lord to write my thoughts of His greatness. Then His voice fills the white space.
Come away by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest. Mark 6:31
For me, there is no better way to remember the amazing. We will always recall our life markers, the unforgettables, but it’s the before and after that becomes technicolor, when written during the times we travel deep to the well of our soul.
Some words blow away with wind, but others need to be recorded on parchment . . . preserved . . . priceless. I’ve taken jewel pieces of journals to stitch into a quilt of testimony for God’s glory, leaving a legacy of faith, the costly heritage only I can leave to others.
The great and excellent is . . . you don’t have to be female to journal. Look at John-Boy Walton, a mountain scribe who recorded the simple and organics of life. It became a long-running television series with forever re-runs!
We all have stories. Faith is grounded and grows from recording the past mercies of God helping bring us through the today stuff.
Even if you don’t want to pay money for a blank book (sigh), use a spiral notebook or tablet tucked away deep in a desk drawer.
Get to the quiet, open your journal, tattered scrap or napkin, and spill your soul.
Start talking to God before the day starts talking to you . . . . and tell me what happens!
I am awake before the watchman that I may meditate on Your Word. Psalm 119:148