These are my journals from the last ten years. (My books are included because they are basically journals with much better editing.) I’ve written down thoughts, stories, ideas, songs, and prayers. Sometimes I even print out emails and text threads and paste them in because I want to remember a conversation, and also I get to use the skills I learned at my scrapbooking class.
I think journaling is important because we are pretty forgetful and we also remember moments incorrectly. I want to be able to remember my life, and I want my children and grandchildren to know me and what my life was like in a way I never got to know my grandparents, or my own parents. I can’t wait to hear my grandkids say, “Ugh, TMI.”
Beyond logging history, journaling also provides you with the ability to think things through. So many of my entries start out with me writing a feeling down, only to have changed my mind by the end of the entry.
These books are filled with joy, pain, and confusion. I can open to any given page and read something that makes me think, “Wow, if you only knew where that was going, dude.” So many of the things we think are big deals in the moment will later seem so small when you look at them from the distance of time. It makes me wonder how I’ll eventually look at the things I’m worried about or overthinking right now.
These aren’t just my scribbles, they are testaments of God’s faithfulness. They are evidence that we can change and that we don’t have to be perfect. Journaling provides us with a history to look back on when we’re so often caught up in the fleeting moments of today. You should write your life down as best you can. Remembrance opens the door for gratefulness.