Now class, let’s take out your journals…

I’ve often thought of blogs as awfully self-indulgent. I’m going to sit here and write out my innermost thoughts for the world to see… and you’re going to read it and like it or utterly disagree with it. Sounds like a picnic, no? Sounds like Facebook, actually, but that’s another topic. Maybe another day.

I recently read “The Purpose Driven Life” by Rick Warren, which is an utterly fantastic book for Christians to read, process, and live out. It talks (among other things) about the important of journaling God’s work and your growth in your life. God has been busy in my life these past few months, so I’ve begun writing it all down. The way my mind works is both a blessing and a curse. I remember everything. EVERYTHING. And I’m obsessive, so I tend to obsess over details, especially when I know that they’re details that God has arranged for His purposes. It’s something I’m fascinated by… God plans. And I’ve been fixated on a lot of those details the past few weeks. I get stuck thinking about them, and there’s a mix of emotions ranging from frustration and anger to redemption and amazement. These details keep me enraptured, and they take up a lot of my time. So I’ve started writing, and apparently I have more words than I thought I did. I’m not sure who will read those words, but they’re there for when I’m ready to share them. But simply through the process of writing them dow, I’m organizing my thoughts and expressing the results of my “stew” sessions. And I’m saving these thoughts for a time when my faith may need some encouraging. Maybe no one other than me will ever read these notes, but that’s ok, because in truth, these words are just for me.

So I’ll put this out there: Christians (that means ME!) need to journal. I often thought that journaling was a response to what I was reading in my Bible. It can be, I think, but it’s so much more than that. Journaling should be my thoughts and reactions of my walk with Christ. He should be an intricate part of my daily life, and no human on the planet has the brainpower or memory storage banks to remember everything that He has done for me in my short 21 years. In another 21 years I want to be able to look back and tell exactly when Christ showed up. I want to be able to brag about Him, just like I would of a friend, sibling, or parent. Families tend to make memory books and take photos of special events. Think of a journal entry as a snapshot of a moment with Christ.

I want my testimony to be so long that it would take a lifetime to tell. And the only way I’m going to remember the way Christ was patient with me, loved me unconditionally, took care of my emotional, spiritual and mental needs, and showed affection toward me, is if I write it all down. And so I write.