I’m realizing I need to start writing more. Things come to me while writing in a way they don’t through other means. It’s like all the words I’ve kept bottled up inside me come burbling up and onto the page showing me things I didn’t even know about myself and others.
I’ve journaled sporadically throughout my life, sometimes for longer and more consistent periods of time than others. It’s interesting going back to read the old things I wrote, to see how I am different, and how I am the same. What lessons I’ve learned, what lessons I’m still grasping, and which ones I’ve learned over and over with it feeling like a new one every time.
This blog is similar. I’m always looking to understand myself, and although I’d rather look ahead, sometimes the looking back can be important to understanding. And sometimes looking back for a moment is exactly what we need to move on.
Our lives are stories we live. We watch them unfold as we live it. Never knowing what’s coming, sometimes not knowing what the purpose is. I want to document the things that are significant to me. I want to write something that matters, and I want to live a life and a story that matters.
Sometimes we seek truth in all the wrong places, we want answers, but we aren’t often willing to wait. What I do know, and have come to learn over the course of this first part of my story, is that God has a plan and a purpose, even if I can’t see the end of it while I’m drowning in the midst of it. Am I willing to trust the true Author of my life? I might like to think that I write my own story, but the truth is, I merely get to observe it as I live through the chapters.
Isn’t that beautiful? We get to capture and experience our own story, written by the Author of all, and He already knows all the events that are to come, even when we’re lost and uncertain. We can rest, completely secure in His plan and purpose.
It’s the beginning of a new week. Mondays are a fresh start to journey forward with purpose and a plan. I haven’t done the best planning my week, I’ve just had a list of tasks that pile up, I check things off, and the stack begins to breathe… As do I.
A hundred pennies make a dollar. It’s easy to forget the blessings that come when each small act of faithfulness joins the others and they make something beautiful. No 
There’s nothing like a snow day. Snuggled inside for the day with lots of blankets, pillows, and a cup of hot tea. It’s so peaceful and relaxing. The past couple weeks have been fairly busy for me, and it’s so refreshing to have an excuse to just huddle inside at home.
March is here. The weather can’t seem to make up its mind. One day it’s sunny, the next it’s snowing, the day after that it’s 60’s, then freezing. We can’t change the weather, we just take it as it comes. Some types might induce a grumble, others excitement, but we really just take it as it comes.
INFJ Ramblings 