The best books I own are the ones my mom taught me how to write...
Aren't they beautiful? I think they are. See that skinny yellow one furthest over to the left? That's a gratitude journal from my freshman year of college. And the fat little striped one? That's chuck full of things I learned while working my last year in the EFY field of dreams. * sigh * The pink one...that one helped me learn a lot more about love and how how to get through life when it doesn't work out or go the way you plan at all: aka...my last year of college. Phew. I'm extra grateful for that little book whenever things tend to repeat themselves. The one furthest over to the left is from my mission. Priceless. That little blue one got me through a lot of family things. The white one with yellow flowers - that one is so much about happiness and joy. That black one is still being re-read pretty frequently. It taught me so much about choosing faith over fear, and really trusting in the Lord. The plain green one all the way to the right? That's today's life. Only time will tell what lessons that one will hold...but so far? I love it. I love them all, actually.
Aren't they beautiful? I think they are. See that skinny yellow one furthest over to the left? That's a gratitude journal from my freshman year of college. And the fat little striped one? That's chuck full of things I learned while working my last year in the EFY field of dreams. * sigh * The pink one...that one helped me learn a lot more about love and how how to get through life when it doesn't work out or go the way you plan at all: aka...my last year of college. Phew. I'm extra grateful for that little book whenever things tend to repeat themselves. The one furthest over to the left is from my mission. Priceless. That little blue one got me through a lot of family things. The white one with yellow flowers - that one is so much about happiness and joy. That black one is still being re-read pretty frequently. It taught me so much about choosing faith over fear, and really trusting in the Lord. The plain green one all the way to the right? That's today's life. Only time will tell what lessons that one will hold...but so far? I love it. I love them all, actually.
I'm not sure anyone else but me will ever read them...but I suppose that's part of their purpose.
These aren't like regular 'ol journals where you record the things that happened that day, or write about the people in your life, necessarily. (Though I have just as many of those kinds of journals...since I write to figure things out. I do not have life figured out. Therefore I write about it constantly.)
My mom always called them her "scripture journals." My scripture journals are probably my most prized possessions besides my scriptures. They are where I record promptings, promises, comforts, reminders, goals to be better, and the most precious truths I have learned. Sure, sometimes these things make their way into my every-day kind of journal, but the every-day journal has rantings and frustrations in it as well.
My scripture journals are...probably more true to who I really am. Or at least more true to the person I want to be. The person God knows I can be. And if I ever forget who that person might be or should be...I can always go to that little book for reminders. More than once it has saved me from completely giving up on one thing or another. It keeps reminding me to trust in God and to go on no matter the circumstances of life. Personal revelation is a real thing. I have twelve little books to remind me that's true if I ever start to forget.
And when life gets hectic and stressful and I wonder sometimes where I'm going or what in the world I'm doing, (that would be me these days...) reminders like these are priceless.
Thanks, momma. :)
2 comments:
Your journals are inspiring! I have scripture journals, too, but I don't feel nearly as connected to them. Whaat kinds of things do you write in yours and when?
you are inspiring!!!!
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