On January 3rd, 1998 I penned my very first journal entry. I was 10.5-years old at the time. I talked about important stuff… like how I had gone to my friend, Melinda’s house and we painted our nails and talked about this boy she liked. 😉 Since that day, I have always kept a journal.
This is random, but it made me smile: on September 14th, 1999 when I was 12, I wrote about my very first babysitting job. I cared for an 18 month old for 3 1/2 hours and was paid $6 which I was very excited about. 😉
For me, journaling was a great outlet for figuring out my thoughts and feelings on life in general, but especially while balancing two cultures as a young teen. I never had trouble adapting to life in China, but every time we would come back to the States to visit, I struggled with reverse culture shock. Journaling gave me a private place to work through my feelings and understand why I felt the way I did.
March 7th, 2001 at age 13 I began a separate journal… one for prayers. It is a small little thing that really only lasted until that May. I might have had other ones, but if so I’ve lost them. It wasn’t until August 27th, 2002 at age 15 that there is a sudden shift in my journal. One page I’m writing to the journal itself and on the next I am talking to God. Since that day, nearly 10 years ago, I have used my journal as a place to write down my prayers. Just talking with God. Telling Him about my day, asking Him for wisdom, praising the beauty around me, and especially thanking Him for the blessings in my life. 🙂
I love keeping a journal. I love being able to look back and see how far I’ve come. I love laughing at “little me” as I read through the pages talking about some of the silliest things. I love being able to flip through the pages and see how frequently God has answered the cries of my heart. Reading through my journals gives me perspective on life and reminds me of just how amazingly blessed I have been. 🙂