Dear Lissy,
I ended my 
last letter with the statement:
"My diaries are the hearts of those I have loved through the years."
I have shared
my 
hurts,
      my 
highs,
             my 
hopes
with ones that I loved and trusted, and they have faithfully listened, encouraged, and consistently pointed my thoughts toward
the One Heart that loves above all others, Whose very essence is love.
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The habit, learning to journal daily and faithfully 
 into His heart of love, was not an easy one. | 
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Calling a beloved friend  or enjoying the camaraderie of a social network  usually provided instant empathy for my noisy soul. 
  
 But I learned the Master of the Storms will calm the troubled waters of my soul if I but ask, and wait like a child with eager, outstretched hands.  
  
  
 His letters of love will guide my heart to view my joys and heartaches through His eyes until I understand that   
 I do not need to understand the circumstance,  I must simply trust     His infinite Love for me,        His Hand shaping me,           His Grace, more than enough   
 And after journaling my life with others and into His, I know that while I may not have a row of leather-clad books chronicling my life, 
"They that feared the LORD spake often one to another: and the LORD hearkened, and heard it,   
and a book of remembrance was written before him   
for them that feared the LORD, and that thought upon his name."  ~ Malachi 3:1  Remembering you in love, Momma 
 
 
 
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