this morning I woke up feeling like I needed to forgo productivity and just spend some time with the Lord. I decided to pull out a stack of old journals, and began reading pages and pages of writings from the start of college up until now. I wasn’t sure what the purpose was, but as I read, curled up in our cozy comforter, savoring warmth and the sweet aroma of my favorite candle, these words jumped off the page, as if written in neon letters-
“let go of anything taken from you, but never let go of My hand.”
sometimes as I journal, I like to envision the Lord talking to me. What would he say?
And then I inscribe it on those fresh white pages, storing it away for mornings like these. Mornings when my own words minister to my heart.