Just a few minutes ago, I wrote on the last blank line of my latest journal. Back in January, on its first pristine page, I wrote an Oswald Chambers quote:
Leave the Irreparable Past in His hands,
and step out into the Irresistible Future with Him.
I've been filling up blank books, some years more faithfully than others, for over twenty-five years. These journals hold bits and pieces of my "Irreparable Past" -- good times, bad times; joys and sorrows. A few regrets. A heartful of treasured memories.
A couple of years ago, I typed up selected entries from my first journals, added fitting photographs, printed the pages out on pretty pastel paper, and bound them into two identical albums. My daughters, one a young mother and the other about to be married, received these albums for Christmas that year.
They cherish this gift and I'm so glad I could share a few moments of the young mom I once was with my girls.
Tomorrow I'll open a pristine blank book, write down the date, perhaps copy a quote onto the opening pages. Once again, I'll be steppin' "out into the Irresistible Future with Him."
I'd love to hear about your journal-keeping experiences. What keeps you writing? Will you ever let anyone read your old journals? Any advice?