“Please dear Father, unconfuse me!”

That prayer makes me laugh so hard. Especially since it is my own prayer, from September 1980!

Meanwhile, my hubby Peter is mocking me, saying I am probably more confused now than I was back then. He may be right.

The vastness of what I don’t know is more apparent than ever to me. It’s like the ocean: the further in I walk, the deeper it gets, and the more there is for me to explore… It’s an intriguing journey, and I have been blessed to keep track of it in my journals.

I probably have close to 40 journals, dating all the way back to 1980!  They live in a couple of pretty boxes in our room. If there were ever a fire, I’d make sure the kids were alright, then save my journals next…

“Please dear Father, unconfuse me!” is from one of those notebooks.

Do you keep a journal? If you don’t, why not begin one? They are an uplifting way of chronicling your heartaches and victories… and often a timely reminder of how God has stepped into your life.

Oh, and occasionally they make for a good laugh!