Dear Readers,
I've been doing a little reading myself lately. Mostly of this blog. Wahahahahah! No, no, I will say that I spent two good hours this morning alone in a coffee shop with nothing but my Bible, journal, and Bill Johnson's book Release the Power of Jesus. But for the past 15 minutes or so, I've been discovering the hidden gems in my own blog. Take this post for example:

I can't promise that my life and thoughts will be interesting, thought-provoking, or even just entertaining, but I can assure you that I will devote myself as best as I can to posting them on this obscure little page among the masses.  And, please, tell me your harshest critiques.  As an aspiring English major, I should be able to take them, or at least cry myself to sleep and learn from them years down the road.

I don't know about you, but I think that's hilarious! Isn't it great to see how we change over the years? I love reading things from the past (OK, this post isn't another endorsement for journaling, but I figured I might as well throw it in). Seriously, some of my old poems are little gems that allow me to see what I was dealing with at the time. And its crazy how those words bring back the memories, then the emotions connected to those memories. That's why I try not to read too much of my stuff at one time - its difficult to remember sometimes.

But there's a key in remembering too! Why else study history, but to learn the times and try to repeat the good and change the bad?! And even more so, for the Christian to remember is to recount the words and works of the Lord.

There have been too many times in my life that I lose the forest for the trees. I'm in a season like that right now - the problems of the day seem so big that I forget that God has the entire year wrapped up in the palm of His hand. And I know He's teaching me something through this night season, that I'm learning faith and trust during loneliness and what my identity is while wrestling with my own insecurities. But maybe that's my key as well - to remember the past seasons and how God has taken me through them. Lets just hope that this is a very very short winter.