I remember the first diary I received as a young girl. It had a lock with a tiny key and I spent time writing my thoughts and feeling. There was something magical about it. I kept that diary under my mattress, and that was the beginning.
I’m not much different now. I have an abundance of journals and spirals. My bible is filled with notes and doodles. Blogging is just a new way of journaling with one difference…its available for any to read.
The thought sends a shiver down the spine of this introvert. Clicking on the publish button is simply obedience at this point… the pouring out of a sacrifice. For me, it is part of unfolding and encouraging others to live enough.