"And upon these I write the things of my soul." I read the words beautifully engraved upon the small blue journal as I stood in the bookstore, carefully holding it in both my hands. I knew right then that this was the journal I would take back home and do just as the words read: write the things of my soul.
I began my first diary at the age of nine and ever since then I have kept one. It was three years ago that I found the perfect journal that put into words my exact feelings on journal writing. It is upon my journals and only there, that I, without holding back, pour out the things of my heart. My fears, my dreams and hopes, my anxieties, my accomplishments, my failures, the things I'm ashamed of, the people I love, the people I've hurt and those who've hurt me, crushes and boys, new life and death as well, my joys, my pains, all these things I write. But above all else, I write the things of God: my love for Him and my Savior, my testimony of the gospel and how much I delight in the scriptures.
And when I go back and read my words, they are a comfort, for every now and then, I find messages of encouragement, words of forgiveness and strength that I purposefully wrote to myself so that when I went back to read my past I could keep my faith and do better in the present.
My journals, the words of my heart and soul, are precious and of great worth to me. They are the legacy that I wish to inherit to my children and grandchildren in hopes that they may find within their pages comfort, wisdom, and the love of God.