Write On!

Yesterday, in my SAMmy's small group, we were starting our small group activity. I opened up my journal to...what????...the last page?! I said something about panic and how I can't continue my day if I run out of pages and my SAMmy's sisters all laughed.
But I wasn't kidding.
My journal is a narrative of my life and prayers to God.
Not that I don't pray continually in my head all day - because I do. But, there are times when I need to process something profound - or I need to be heard, and I'm not sure what I need to say should be heard by human ears because the words may be repeated or come back to haunt me, or sometimes I just have feelings or ideas or questions that are for Divine ears alone...and that happens - alot.
So, here I was - I had to not only squeeze the small group activity onto the page, but also the prayer requests of my SAMmy's sisters on to one side of a page of my journal...my sweet journal that I started December 14th of 2008.
I was a different person then - I'm always such a different person from the time I start a journal to the time I finish, and they're always filled with rich prayers, and hormonal ramblings and temper tantrums and secrets and confessions and thanksgiving - it's really better than any soap opera you've ever watched. For that reason, I have two really close friends who have sworn to me that the minute they hear of my death, they will come to my house and I've told them where I keep my journals and they will confiscate them and burn them (they have my permission to peek first). If anyone peeks before my death, I'm in danger of being locked away for good. If you were honest, you would be too if you shared your raw emotions and true thoughts. :) I know I'm not the only one.
Anyhow...I was so busy yesterday, I didn't get a chance to purchase a new journal - it has to be a certain kind. It has to be spiral bound, with a plastic or hard cover. This last one was a gift from my friend Michelle, so it was extra special. But, I went all day yesterday, hoping and praying that I would not have the urge to journal and not have a page to write on. Sure, I could use a piece of loose leaf, but it would get lost and what would be the point? I could copy it into the journal once I purchased it, but that would be like reenacting a conversation between good friends - fake. I shouldn't have worried - my day yesterday was full to the brim!
Today I found the perfect journal at Target with a plastic cover, spiral bound - it even has a few pockets to put some of the cards and notes that I usually tape to the pages of my journals. (Jodie, Cathy and Kim - your note cards made the grade - they're truly journal worthy - thank you!)
So, now I breathe a sigh of relief and I can make a cup of coffee and enjoy a belated quiet time (because I CANNOT do a quiet time without a journal to record the insights God gives me!) with Jesus. God is good! :)