No Choice But To Journal

Just like clockwork, Friday morning's rolled around once again.  And that means that I've got just 300 seconds to shed some light on one specially chosen word.   The creative young mama of 3 says 'no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.  Unscripted. Unedited. Real.'

I say 'yes' to her guidelines and off I go with the word STORY.

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That creative young mama says that she's had a journal unused since 1999.  And now's the time when she will start to fill it with her life.  But when I got my first journal, I didn't wait more than a decade to fill its pages.  A wise woman who became my spiritual director urged me to begin to sit quietly with God.  To hear His voice.  And to begin to write down the conversation that would unfold.

It was a scary time, filled with illness and fear of the unknown future.  My body was crying out 'no' to stress and craziness and lack of boundaries.  It was giving out and closing down.

It was in those times of quiet when I began to reconnect with my Creator.  He was the One who longed to speak sweet peace to my brokenness, to rebuild what had fallen apart.  He invited me into sweet times of stillness.  Oh so tentatively, I began to write what I was thinking and feeling and experiencing, and it opened a door of discovery and healing and growth and peace that I could have never imagined.

Some of my journal entries are here ...

Linda


- number 300 by Leo Reynolds -