I Opened My Old Journals and Saw God in Every Page
I didn’t open my old journals looking for God. I opened them out of curiosity.Out of nostalgia.Out of one of those quiet reflective moments where you just want to see who you used to be. But somewhere between those pages…I found evidence of Him everywhere. For years, journaling has been my private space.My honest space.The place where I pour out what I don’t always say out loud.Dreams. Fears. Gratitude. Confusion. Hope. Exhaustion. Faith. I’ve never been the loud-prayer type.I don’t always have eloquent spoken prayers ready.But give me a pen and a blank page?And my heart will speak freely. What I didn’t fully realise atRead More →









