I’m a bit high strung and always on the move. I talk fast, walk fast, even eat & drink fast. This doesn’t sound like a big deal, but sometime I try the same approach when it comes to spending time with Jesus. Journaling causes me to slow down and evaluate my day and get more in touch with my innermost thoughts. It allows me to see areas where I’m getting distracted. As I examine my day, it gives me valuable insight to the choices I made.
I’ve been in recovery for 18 months and wish that I that I journaled regularly. I'm well on the road of recovery in the area of alcoholism, but I need keep my guard up. I don't want to lose
the awareness I have.Through journaling I’m able to identify areas that I’m still weak in or trying to hold on to. As I’m truly honest about my day, I’m able to envision a plan of action. It’s also my place to keep the priceless nuggets I discover during my quiet times.
As I reflect on recent entries, I see that I’m passionate about my relationship with God, My family, and recovery. I’m committed to moving forward knowing that God will equip me for whatever life brings my way. I reminded that God’s grace has transformed my life and overflows to those around me. I also see that when I fail or am hurt by someone, I quickly make amends. On the other hand, I’m still struggling with lack of confidence and my ability to lead. Though I freely give grace to those around me, I still struggle with giving grace to myself. I’m emerging from hiding, but I still suppress my fun and silly personality in group settings. At times, my passion turns to perfectionism and unrealistic expectations.
These reminders encourage me to keep going and not be discouraged in the areas that still need growth. I realize that I'm a "work in progress," but God is truly transforming me. My entries are my special place to capture the moment and memories from today. I’m able to store all my random thoughts and dreams that I want to hang on to. And on those rare occasions, it’s a place for me to let those closest to me hear the whispering of my soul.
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