The other day I found myself looking through journals and ran across an entry dated December of 2013. “Normally, I’m excited about a new year approaching, but this year is different. I’m not looking forward to the New Year that is approaching. I have a sense of fear and dread. I know that fear is not of God, yet it creeps in unknowingly at times. My heart is heavy, and if I had my way, I would stay in this year and not enter through the doors of next year.”
Month: January 2016
I remember when a friend pointed this verse out to me. It was a time that I had gotten slack in keeping up with my journaling habits. I had thought that maybe keeping a journal wasn’t all that important. I was so wrong, and I’ll explain why later in this post.
Saturday mornings to me always symbolize a start to a slower day. As I move slowly and make a cup of coffee, I head to my favorite spot to spend my alone time with God, and I already feel His presence. I can tell He is just as excited to meet with me, as I am to meet with Him.