I have a ton of old journals. I write in a journal almost everyday. Sometimes more.
I'm not sure why I keep them. Maybe it's because they could get published someday after I do something amazing and everyone wants to meet me. Maybe its because they add more "books" to my book self. Maybe its because I like how the pages look after they are covered in writing. Maybe, I hope someday that someone will find them, start reading them and want to talk to me about things that no one even knows.
There is no flow to my journals. Sometimes I am writing about a sermon I listed to, sometimes about a memory I want to remember or a quote I liked, sometimes venting, sometimes prays to God. Completely random from one paragraph to the next.
I picked up one from my shelf yesterday, which I rarely do, and started reading. The issues I was working through at that point and the issues I am working through now were the exact same. Reading about how I worked through those issues in the past and what God was teaching me then really helped me now. Basically God used myself from the past to reach me now. He showed me that he loved me then and He's still loves me now, not a different love but a love that never increases or decreases, a constant love, always there.
I am sure why I keep my journals. It's because God wants to love me through them, through time, continually.
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