Why I Write


I have journaled for decades.
Poured out my heart on tear
stained paper. Held nothing
back from the One who held
me. Year after year I climbed
into my Father’s lap. Gave the
the broken pieces of my heart
to Him.

And He mended it. Again and again.

Now in the winter season of my life, I look back from heaven’s point of
and gratefully proclaim: He does all things well. 

Like yours, my story is different, yet in many ways the same. Truth is we
are all broken in some way. And we can all give our hearts back to the
One who can mend it. 

Are the details of our lives important? Maybe. Maybe not. I for one don’t
feel we
need to air all our dirty laundry to get our point across. Some
things are meant 
for God’s eyes and ears only. The One who formed us in
our mother’s womb knows all the details of our heart and lives.

But I will say this, there’s something very significant about writing our
thoughts  on paper and standing back to look at them through the eyes
of another.

And so my friend I challenge you to take up your pen and write a letter to
the only One 
who can re-write your story. Pour our your heart and ask Him
to  pour out His love. He promises to come into our hearts when we freely
and willingly open the door. The promise is written in His book. “Look, here
I stand at the door and knock. If you hear me calling and open the door,
I will come in, and will share a meal with you.” Revelation 3:20

In need of hope? This Hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has
been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.
Romans 5:5 


  1. Enjoyed this very much. Love, Lynda


    • Lynda,
      I know you experience the hope of His grace…He always sends it just when we need it.
      Thanks for stopping by.
      Love you….


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