I have an admiration for journals and there is a mix of satisfaction, joy, and slight nostalgia once you complete one. Its outer appearance consists of dented corners, anonymous stains, crinkled pages, a torn and exposed binding, and creased Post-It notes from it’s year-long journey. Then recollections of life, guilty confessions, praise reports, and prayer requests come to life within the lined pages. Writing on its last page feels like you’ve just about finished a book. Your story.
I’ve recently concluded a year’s worth of life in the above journal and looking back, God’s endless faithfulness seems to just scream out throughout its entirety. I’d come across an answered prayer jotted down a few months and days ago that validates His mighty work. Then there are the chapters where those praises become whispers and desperation for answers and signs are thrown towards the throne. In the end, this cycle never stops. I’m so thankful that we have an approachable God we can ask and give anything to.
Thanks to my fellow Whovian, this Christmas present has now become my succeeding book for the next few hundred days. It’s clear of smudges and any outward blemishes complete with new white sheets of paper. Isn’t that how God sees us as we are saved by grace, move forward from the past, and being made new? As we tend to resonate in our crumpled, former lives, He’s already moved on to the next chapter. He’s already written every day down; it’s all about how we will live this text in every decision and motive. What will your book’s conclusion be?
“And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” Revelation 21:5