I have an addiction to journaling. Just to be clear, I’m not talking about the kind you did in seventh grade when you chronicled which boys were “fine”. No, my journal is certainly neither that nor a place where I record the events of my day. It is rather a place I go to pray. It’s a place I go to record what I’m learning about life and myself. It’s a place to record what I’m seeing, hearing and reading. It’s a place I go to think “out loud” and clear my head. Journaling for me is a way to focus my thoughts. Otherwise, I try to process through things and pray and I am all over the place.
Plus, I have always had a love for handwriting. Journaling on the computer just wouldn’t do it for me. There’s nothing better for my soul than sitting down with a book, a cup of coffee, a good pen and a beautiful journal, watching my thoughts manifest themselves on the page. It’s meditative. God is always with me, but there’s something about meditating on Him that is different. I always leave changed, with a fresh perspective and the feeling of peace that only comes from talking with God.
I have years worth of journals. Occasionally, I look back over them and I am reminded of the things that I’ve learned, the wisdom I’ve heard and how much I’ve changed. I. love. journaling.
So, you can imagine my excitement when I got this new little beauty about a month ago for my birthday. Isn’t she pretty? It has two hundred pages of recycled paper and soy-based ink deliciousness. Every page is printed with a beautiful design. I admire it every time I sit down with it. ooooh, the love.
