My Safe Space

Daily writing prompt

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

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We met in 1983 – you walked me through my first struggle with the ‘affairs of the heart’. She’s now tattered and torn. Pages stained with age. The ink is fading but the memories live on. She was where I emptied my soul, where my prayers, dreams and hopes were penned. Tears fell in her presence, growing pains were etched in print. She bore record of my disappointments and struggles. Rejoiced with me in my wins. Never once did she shun me, but welcomed every thought I shared. The moments I felt I would become unhinged, she gave me room to vent and then to breathe. I was kept sane in her presence.

Before anyone else got a glimpse into the affairs of my heart – she did. Faithfully riding the waves with me, she was a part of my comfort. We never lost touch through the years. Where I went, she went. My constant reminder of what loyalty and dependability looks like. She watched me grow and mature – a stronger, better me. Ever so often, I’ll visit with her to reminisce – so glad I kept her close. Today she is evidence of God’s faithfulness and proof that prayers get answered. Things eventually make sense and they do work out the way they are supposed to. Many winters and summers later, she still makes me smile. I guard and hold her precious to my heart. She was My First Journal – my safe space.

***Thanks for reading – ‘Cherish that which has been there with you as you ride these waves’. They are God’s gift of love and grace.