I’ve been going through some old journals. I was remembering the days when my journals were spiral notebooks filled with my anger and frustration.
One day, I heard a wise man say that he had 40 years worth of hand-written journals that his great grandchildren could read.
Ouch!
I didn’t want anyone to read the rants I had recorded. I thought about David’s psalms. He speaks of his troubles however there is a “but God” segue that recognizes God as his triumph over trouble.
I bought me a fancy new journal and threw out the old spirals. My journal became a treasure chest of lessons I wanted to remember, something my progeny could read.
I still had times of anger that I would release on a spiral notebook but I would throw away the rants and record the truths I was gleaning.
Haven’t written in a spiral in a long time.
I love this life!
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