About a year ago(and it really was a year ago, as I just went to check the correct link for the post and it was Sept. 23,2008!), I was over at Holy Experience reading about how to make and keep a journal.
I have kept various journals since I was a teen. Writing my thoughts comes easily to me, easier than saying them aloud. At times, when I was young, I would write for hours, late into the night.
Back then I didn't have young ones who would expect my full attention first thing in the morning. And sadly, as I got married and as more children came my journaling decreased. I would write and then months would go by before I would write again.
When I saw Ann Voskamp's Homemaking Journal,
the idea really appeal to me. The scrapbooker(something else that has fallen by the wayside!) in me loved the creative aspect to it and I love pretty pictures in magazines. I also have a knack for expressing my thoughts. When things happen during the day, I re-play them in my mind as if I was writing a story(that may sound strange, but I've always been that way, so I'm used to it!).
So, I bought the blank notebook, found some magazines at a thrift store and began to snip away. I worked on it for a few days, getting the first few pages done.
And then life took over and it sat. And it sat, eventually to be tucked away in a drawer. Another really cool project that I didn't have time for.
Also about a year ago, I joined Twitter. I could quickly type out the events and thoughts of my day, just as a means of expressing myself. It was fun to share cute quotes from my toddlers or what we were having for dinner.
Then, about a month ago, while again reading more about journaling,
I had a 'light-bulb-moment' and I finally got it!
All of the things I was sharing on Twitter, I could put in my journal. Here I was telling the world(my mere 30 followers or so) all about my day, when I could capture those snippets of life for my children, for my family.
I finally had a vision for what this journal could be for me, for my kids and even their kids. I have kept every letter my Grandma ever wrote to me. And now that she's gone, her thoughts, her handwriting is priceless. How special to have something like that for future generations!
I also realized that decorating the pages of my journal did not have to be done before I could start writing in it. I can slowly fill it up with pretty landscapes or favourite things that inspire me.
And what do I put in it? Anything from "These peaches feel cozy!" (a quote from my 3yr old) to "My husband just bought me a chocolate bar. He's so good to me!" to "Thank-you Lord for another warm, sunny day to dry my laundry outside." I always date it, but other than that there are no 'rules'. I'm free to fill it as I like. I leave it easily accesible, often laying open on the kitchen table(where I spend a lot of time), where I can write thoughts as they come to me and where those passing by are free to read.
In a way, I am writing a story. A story of our life as a famliy, recording those precious memories that can easily be forgotten(Did the baby get his forst tooth at 6 months or 8 months?) and reminding us of God's faithfulness and all that we have to be thankful for!
Blessings!