|A trunk full of the stories of my many lives!|
These are the promises that enable you to share his divine nature and escape the world’s corruption caused by human desires.
2 Peter 1:4
Healing comes in many forms.
It also sometimes comes in bits and pieces sometimes- instead of all at once.
My journals hold within the pages stories of the many lives
I have lived.
I also believe that within them lies a powerful witness to the
healing power of the writing life,
available to all journal keepers.
like the breath.
put it to paper and revealed, revered and reflected the soul that I was.
The voice that resonated in time, captured on the pages for better and for worse,
staring back up for all to see.
Word snapshots. Candid.
There have been times when I have considered holding a “Journal Burning” party,
but after further consideration I have held back.
I wanted to burn every thing written on those pages because of the very stark reality portrayed.
Captured under the microscope were lurid details of my very nature.
It was not pretty at times.
I did not hold back, there I was staring back up from the pages at myself as
when one looks upon their reflection in still water.
A rawness, that staked a claim which would not be refused.
there was yet another still, small voice which was yet to be released.
I did it impulsively as much of what I did in my early years.
But as fate would have it or by God’s design,
depending on your perspective,
I soon began to pour out my heart and soul once more on paper at the requirement of a professor for a Human Relations class I took at 18 years of age.
The wonderful and challenging thing about this was that we were expected to journal on specific hypothetical questions as well as reflect on the class and our experiences personally.
Well that was all it took, from this point on I picked my pen back up and have never put it down. I continued to journal my life journey and put on paper “the good, the bad and the ugly” as well as the big kahuna philosophical inquiry into life’s deeper meaning.
Years passed and much was recorded on the pages.
But the old voice was also there, questioning, pleading and at times accusing.
But still, hidden among the rambles, a Light was beginning to shine (John 8:12) .
A light that would not be snuffed.
A midst the foolishness, there it was…
Wisdom, a wisdom that was not my own and one which
I had no claim to but instead which laid claim to me.
There slowly the pages began to show a relationship instead of only my thoughts, feelings and activities. Emerging out of the darkness was a voice which revealed wisdom, hope and clarity.
So you see I could not burn those books, after all.
They became precious to me as they revealed the heart of the one who came to bring light, life and truth. This same one promises that in time, everything unworthy will be burned up.
But, for now I will keep these journals, because I never want to forget exactly who I am apart from my God and his amazing grace. I need to remember, even as I, with Paul, press on to that which Christ has taken hold of in me… that depth which I have come from- to keep me from the sin of the Pharisees and the blindness of pride.
In these journals there is the power and presence of a Living God
as He relates to me and I to Him.
and the transformation of one sinner to saint.
“So pay attention to how you hear.
To those who listen to my teaching, more understanding will be given.
But for those who are not listening,
even what they think they understand will be taken away from them.”
See the original here: Too Many Lives: The Journals
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