Long before I started this Randomness journal online, I had this journal.
This book has been in my life since October of 1986. Susan Woodward (Mimi) gave it to me. See?
That was twenty-three years ago. TWENTY-THREE! That would have made me 11 years old. I pulled out that old journal last night. I have written in this journal every year since 1986 until 2003. My very first entry began like this:
The title of my entry was “The First Time the Lord Spoke to Me.” I read through the writing of an eleven year old with a thirty-four year old heart. I can still remember her and what she felt. I read about a young girl wanting to hear God speak to her about a situation. I wanted to hear a yes or a no. I simply heard a trust that my parents’ decision is the will of God.
I can remember my father telling me “no” concerning an event I wanted to hear a “yes” to. I wrote, “Before the Lord spoke to me, I just knew I’d be disappointed if dad said no.”
When God speaks, it should bring us peace. It should make trusting Him easier, because His thoughts are so much higher than our thoughts. It was such a simple concept for me to grasp at age 11. But, at 34, I forget, on occasion, to be solely dependent on Him and what He says.
I forget to trust His voice.
I forget to trust His voice in scriptures.
I need that eleven year old girl to remind me more often that His very voice can calm stormy waters and bring peace to an unsettled heart.
How do I ever forget that?
Incline my heart to your word. Psalm 119:36