May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.
For years, I keep a journal. Seven volumes line the inner shelf of my wardrobe; my memories gathering dust. Waiting for me to one day return and read about the joys and sorrows of my past, and perhaps, discover some connection between the person I was then and the one I am today.
Why do I stop writing a journal? Why do I lose interest in an activity which brings me much solace and comfort? Allows me to share my deepest, most precious thoughts, even if they are meant only for my eyes and God's?
Danny and I marry in 2005. That's when the need and urge to keep a journal melts away. Here is my soul-mate, my beloved, with whom I can share my every thought, my every feeling. And he can share the same with me. A real live and lively love; much more satisfying than the ramblings of drying ink on inanimate pages.
So, I simply lose the drive, the compulsion, to maintain a journal.
Fast-forward to the spring of 2011 and the beginning of this blog you are reading today. I find with writing daily devotionals (yes, I really did start out posting a reflection per day), there is even less of a desire to return to a hand-written journal. As I include many personal experiences and family photos in my posts, Meditations of My Heart serves, in some ways, as a memoir for me while, I hope, it provides inspiration for you.
Christmas 2014: I unwrap a package from my son, Daniel. I'm amazed to discover that it is, of all things, a journal! But it's not any ordinary journal. Oh, no! At the bottom of each blank page is a quote from scripture, the idea being, of course, that the words which will grace the page will reflect the meaning of the passage from the Bible.
"When I saw this, Mom," Daniel tells me, "I thought about the devotions you write on your blog. I thought this would help you with your ideas."
I feel the tears stinging my eyes. I am so moved by my son's thoughtful and heart-felt gift. I give him a warm and grateful hug. "Yes, Daniel, this will help," I assure him. "I know it will!"
And, guess what? It already has!
Do you keep a journal? If so, do you prefer to hand-write your entries, or do you type them on your computer?
Prayer: Father, may the words of our mouths and those we write down come from our hearts. May they ever be pleasing in Your sight, and reflect the glory that is Yours alone. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.