I love blogging. It's a newish hobby (how long can I say that?--it's been about ten months). Like for many of you, it's an outlet. I process best outside of myself, which means talking (mostly) and writing. Blogging has been a way to write and connect with others at the same time--which is wonderful for me. I learn from all of your feedback on what I post, and I learn from what I read from all of your amazing hearts and minds.
But today is Tuesday, and time to unwrap a gift with Emily at Chatting at the Sky that may otherwise go unnoticed. And today I am unwrapping the gift of words written on the page, the gift of writing in my journal.
In my journal, I unload what's on my heart. I document the things God is showing me in His Word and through others. My heart's struggles pour out through my pen and end up as ink on paper--where somehow they lose some of their power over me. I pray in writing. And I wonder things in words I'd never say out loud.
I love paging through my journals and remembering the places I've been emotionally, and seeing God's Grace entwined in the midst of it all.
Tuesdays are my Panera mornings...so I'm off to put my (preferably colored) pen to paper, and give my soul a written breath.