“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!
It can be rough to re-read the old ones. And encouraging to see where we have grown.
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i have journals from when I was 8 years old. it’s bittersweet to go back and read them. I really have to be in the right frame of mind. good post. good challenge to us all.
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Hey Yovanny! Thanks. I know you kept a good journal in Peru… hope you are keeping it up, since you have many more adventures coming!
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I love to read these stories now; life experiences. I am bless to have met you.
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