As a young girl I discovered that My amazing Father wanted to walk with me through this journey of life in an intimate way. He really listens and He gets me! I used to climb a tree in my front yard just as the sun was setting and talk with the One who loved me best.
I would tell Him jokes and laugh about whatever the ‘goings-on’ were for the day. I told Him about the boy I really loved and the other boys who liked me. I told Him about the girls who didn’t really care that much for me. This was high school. You know how it was! Sharing my desires, hopes, dreams, and ambitions provided a safe place to be me. He wouldn’t belittle me or think I was weird. After all – He made me this way!
Eventually I realized that I was good at expressing my thoughts, prayers, questions with pen and paper. I started writing letters to my Father. This gave me much comfort and was quite cathartic. I found a little journal the other day dating back to 1982! Tattered and faded but beautiful. Our Heavenly Father reads letters!! Isn’t that amazing.
And so I still write today – I write to my heavenly Father. I write to unburden my soul. I write to encourage. To tell a story. At times some truths are poured into my spirit, the only way for me to remember them is to write them down. Maybe we can connect on some of what I share. I’d love to hear your heart as your story is being written amidst the twists and turns of life.
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I wish I had saved my dairies from high school, thoughts on my first love, my first breakup and just life. Congratulations on your milestone, keep writing.
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