A few weeks ago, I found that I was locked out of my blog. Passwords didn’t work. Nothing worked. I had told the Lord that I would post as long as He gave me something to say. Suddenly, I had nowhere to say it.
That was June 23. My first reaction was incredulous panic. How could this happen? I tried over and over to fix the problem.
My second reaction was, “Okay, Lord. I accept this as Your will for me.”
And my third thought? “No one really reads this anyway.”
Since then, I have learned that you do read it! Thank you so much! And thank you to those of you who reached out in concern. We are fine. All is fine. God is good. Very good!
In spite of the freed-up time that I have been spending in crafting, gardening, and housework (no surprise there!), I have missed the discipline of putting thoughts to paper. So today I tried again to get with the program.
And here I am! Seems all it wanted was a new password. (Why didn’t it just say so? Or did it?)
Anyway, I am looking forward to sharing the things I am learning. Here is a start.
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From my journal, July 1, 2022
I am not to let yesterday’s sorrows taint today’s joys.
I am to let bygones be bygones.
I am to release past hurts through forgiveness.
God is telling me to part with my years and years of journals.
Without rereading them. Without recalling my pain. Letting it go.
Am I going to be obedient?
Yay your back!!! Was missing my daily devotion. You are a God sent.
Thanks. I love you, too.
Welcome back!!😃
Thanks. I missed you, too.
Burned the negative pages of my diaries in my thirties with God. Kept the positives. Very freeing. Made commitment to not focus on the negative wounding, but if document include how God helped defuse the situation and or positive things learned
Good to hear. My negatives didn’t end until my 50s.
I have a lot of journals, going back years. Good things as well as bad. Rarely do I look at them. Throwing them away has occurred to me, but I haven’t done it yet. I have burned old letters from my ex-husband and felt tremendous relief from so doing. I would like to find a way to keep the good parts and the parts where I’ve gained some insight and get rid of the negative things.
I wonder if we all keep our old journals. I know whenever I went back to read them, though, the negative jumped out, the positive not so much. I don’t think God wants me to wallow. And sorting between positive and negative leads me to wallowing. Better then to let them go and make a clean break.