My evolving journal........

I once started a journal.."This book is to me, by me, for me, I guess you could call this My Book." That was at least thirty years ago and silly me, I still have the book. I have always kept it hidden, never wanting my husband or kids to discover it. There have been many other journals over the years and a fondness of putting my thoughts down on paper. It has a two-fold purpose for me. One is that I have to actually complete the thought to put it onto paper, it isn't a fragment but a complete sentance. Two is re-reading my ideas, and many times frustrations, I understand myself and usually have a better insight into how I grew through the experience expressed. I graduated into what I call prayer journals. Although I wish I could say this has been a consistant practice (I am sporatic) it is by talking to God through my pencil that I have grown the most. Nothing is sweeter than re-reading a desperate prayer for your child- written years before - and realize that it was answered in just the right time, in just the right way. Enough for today...............