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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