I have come to the conclusion that handwriting in my journal is one of the most cathartic things I can do. Since my photography took front seat, my journaling has been neglected...unfortunately. I realized that that has been something that has been missing...and it has always been a way I use to process and work through things.
It was Saturday...I poured myself a glass of root beer on ice. It was quiet. I got out my journal and my pen. Embracing the solitude...
My gel pen was breezing across the page...time seemed to crawl compared to the speed of the work day.
In walked my daughter and my grandsons. Now I love having them over...but I had been wanting this quiet time for soooo long.
I stopped what I was doing...visited with them...enjoying it every moment. As they were getting ready to leave...Noah started to give me a hug goodbye.
Bang! He bumped the glass of root beer...spilling all over the table and my journal. Scurrying for dish towels and paper towels, my daughter and I got it handled.
I turned to Noah...he was cowering with shame for the spill. But I wasn't interested in the mess. It was managed and who cares...
All I wanted was his hug!
After they left...I looked at the pages of running ink. It occurred to me...it is the same way with Christ. When we mess up, even in our acts of loving Him...He can handle the mess...
but it is not His focus...though we may cower in shame.
He wants our hug!