She held up the beautiful brand new journal and asked if I wanted it.
My first thought was to say no, because journals take too much work. Honestly journals are pretty useless, seeing how I hardly write on paper anymore. If you’re hankering to know, you can find my legacy on Facebook and Twitter.
Journals are so yesterday. They’re for presidents to make up material for their memoirs. Sisters battle over them, lawyers subpoena them or they gather dust under a bed.
But I looked at the pristine, embossed brown cover with detailed stitching and was touched by her generosity. I gratefully accepted her gift.
The next morning, I was exercising while listening to a church talk from Richard G. Scott. Figured it would do me more good than an “Everybody Loves Raymond” rerun. That’s something else my good friend and boss taught me.
Elder Scott spoke on how spiritual guidance can help us solve life challenges.
While I ran on the treadmill, Elder Scott described attending a church lesson from a member in Mexico who was struggling to teach. Suddenly, some very clear spiritual impressions came to Elder Scott’s mind. The following excerpt describes what he did next.
As each impression came, I carefully wrote it down. In the process, I was given precious truths that I greatly needed in order to be a more effective servant of the Lord. (Emphasis added.)
Tears came to my eyes and I paused the treadmill. This was meant specifically for me. I knew that I needed to write down the impressions that came to me.
I texted my friend and reminded her about the journal. “Coincidence? I think not,” I concluded.
About 30 seconds later, this was her reply:
Haha!! I was gong to send it to Taylor (serving an LDS church mission) but felt to take it out of my bag and ask you. You are so watched over.
I was stunned by her sacrifice and knew without a doubt that I was watched over. I vowed to treasure the journal, to not let her gift be given for naught.
Except that’s not the end of the story.
This Sunday morning, I read about Gideon from the Old Testament, how the Lord asked him to go save Israel from the Midianites. He doubted himself and needed reassurance from the Lord.
I was reading one of the verses in Judges, when I felt a strong feeling of warmth and peace. A definite impression came to my head that I knew was from God to me.
I waited to compose myself and looked at the brown journal sitting next to my laptop.
Thankfully I knew just where to write it down.
2 Replies to “Dear Journal: I guess I did need you”
Mike, thanks for sharing this. It’s tender mercies like this that are anchors to the soul. God. Is. Real. And He is so aware of us.
Thought you might enjoy this post along those lines.
Thanks for sharing! I appreciated reading this today.
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