I love a new journal. If you looked around my house you would find a dozen journals half full.
There is just something about a fresh, clean, crisp new journal. I will pour my heart into a journal, all the joys, pains, sorrows, and accomplishments will fill the pages again and again; but there is just always this longing to start fresh, to start anew. We all long for fresh starts, new beginnings, seasons where the old can be put on a shelf and the new is fresh at hand.
When I think about my story though, the words on the pages of my journals--there is always this longing for the manuscript of my life to mean so much more. I get frustrated by my own emotions, I beat myself up for my lack of perfection, I cry out in fear as dreams and longings are not yet met....
because in the end I realize that my story is not my own. This is when I long to put the current journal aside, and start anew---to open to that first blank page, and with a change of heart, and a willing hand, pray that God would take my pen and write the story He has for me.
My selfish desires arise again and again, and I constantly try to take back the pen, but God is so patient and so gentle in reminding me that His story is so much greater than any story I could dream of myself. He then, turns the page, and allows me to start again---He is the giver of fresh pages, of new beginnings, of powerful words, and amazing stories.
Everyday and every page is an opportunity to allow God to take the pen and write for us.
He is the author of our story.
So on this crisp brand new page, my heart writes...
"Empty me of all I know...
Turn the page to something new...
Write on my heart your truth,
that my story may be less of me and more of you."
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