Reminders

I am sitting in the Houston airport waiting on my flight back to Denver. I got here way too early and so I have some time to kill. I find myself reflecting on what my time at home was like. I was able to spend a weekend in College Station with some dear friends and then the whole week with my family in East Bernard.

The weekend in College Station was soo soo good. I'm not the greatest at keeping up with people (I don't like talking on the phone) and so I had alot to catch up on with my old college friends. I have changed quite a bit since graduating from college and am still in the midst of some of that change. Quite honestly, I've lost some of the passion for God and the Bible that I used to have in college. I've let other things dominate my thinking and have slowly become more self-absorbed. This is why it was so good to see my old friends. They reminded me of what I used to be like. They reminded me of what it is like to serve my God. They reminded me of what Godly marriages look like. They reminded me of the importance of prayer in my life. God knew I needed to be reminded.

When I left College Station and went to East Bernard, I felt spiritually refreshed. The first night I was home I dug out all my old journals from junior high, high school and college and began reading through them. I must say, the ones from junior high were quite entertaining. Every single entry was about one boy or another and how in love with him I was! I got quite a kick out of reading about it. It was so cool to read through all my journals and see how my faith matured over time. Alot of the same struggles reappeared in the journals, but each time I had more wisdom to handle them.

Reading through all those journals reminded me of the journey God has taken me on to get me to where I am now. It made me so thankful that God used my failures and triumphs to bring me to this point. My journey is not over and I am still journaling. I'm sure in the future I'll read back through the journal I am in now and be reminded of God faithfullness again. That is what I love about journals. They remind you of where you have been and where God is taking you.