April 29, 2020
Today I found a small spiral journal in the bottom of a box. It was one of those boxes that contains the disorganized odds and ends of life; the final bit of junk, hurriedly thrown together in an effort to finally clear every item from a home that has now become “where you used to live”. Am I the only person that has this horribly bad habit? I mean, I don’t consider myself unable to part with unnecessary items, and I frequently throw items away, but I admit that I probably do have way too many “random item boxes”. I’ve come to wonder if it’s just laziness that accounts for my leaving them untouched for far too long, or could there be something more to it?
This particular journal actually crossed my mind a week or so ago; not because of anything I remembered writing in it, but because it was a very pretty little journal. It’s colors are lovely–aqua on the bottom with a red apple and a lime green patterned pear–and on the front, at the top right, the verses Galatians 5:22-23 are written out, listed one above the other: ‘The Fruits of the Spirit’. I did not look for the journal, but as life would have it today, I happened to stumble across the exact thing I was not looking for only to tell me what I never expected or remembered that I needed to remember.
So today, through the Looking Glass I did venture…. peering through the words of my mind’s eye three years prior to present day life. It’s baffling what can be remembered–not necessarily of physical circumstance–but of what the heart endures, the strength forgotten. Sometimes I think we’d just rather forget about the unpleasant and shameful failures and personal hardships that we’ve battled in the past, whether consciously or subconsciously. Once shame has faded, all that is left are the memories within our minds. God is a forgiving God, and His love and mercy are the only contentment that can ever be found on this earth. It is by His Love alone within our hearts that we are made worthy of love–from the Father, between one another, and within oneself as an individual. I truly believe He can breathe life into every and any one moment.
Everything I have ever written is scattered and disorganized and typically a surprise whether new or old. “Writings from the Past” will begin firstly with the year 2017.