In fourth grade, Mrs. Gates taught me that all the best writers stuck out their tongues when writing. Writers shouldn't think about spelling or order. Good writers just write- with their tongues hanging out of their mouths, or course.
In fifth grade my mom died and I journaled my soul onto lined pages.
Etc, etc, etc. until some years later into marriage I stopped.
Well, I've started journaling again (as of two days ago hahaha). Really, I don't know when or why I ever stopped, but, alas, somewhere along the way I got caught up with life and quit reflecting. In just the two days I've picked it up again I can't believe the healing powers of spilling my guts on paper. For one, it has helped me regain an attitude of thankfulness. A year ago I was praying that our house would sell, that we would receive a court date for Solomon & that Riley would make it home from Iraq for Easter. All that said, with reflecting I'm reminded of God's faithfulness in taking care of us. He took care of the 3 biggest burdens of my heart and that's a lot of be thankful for. Our house sold. Solomon is home & adjusted. Riley did make it home for Easter & it's hard to believe he's been home for an entire year!
A Year Ago