Journaling and Writing: Part 1.

There is a distinct difference between my “writing” and my “journaling.”

When I refer to “writing,” I am talking about writing for my blog, or other forms of putting down my thoughts by keyboarding them into a computer. Writing will be Part 2. Also known as…whenever I get serious about writing, I will write about it.

Journaling, on the other hand, refers to using a pen and handwriting in my journal, which is almost always a notebook that I picked up at Staples or The Walmarts.

Quite often, my journaling will lead to my writing. Of the two, I have to admit that I love the actual physical hands on, if you will, part of journaling. Picking up the pen, always medium point purple, and removing the cap and replacing it on the end for balance; opening the notebook and flipping through a few random pages, pulling out a word or thought, or perhaps a name. Rarely turning to the first open page, even though it is often marked with a colored tape flag. Smoothing out the page for a moment as I collect my thoughts. The feel of the paper as I turn my arm to run the outside edge of my right hand and pinkie across the paper is extremely important. A college rule, spiral notebook may not sound very fancy, but there are certain brands that appeal to my touch.

I begin every journal entry on the right side page by writing the date in the upper right-hand corner. Wasn’t that how we were taught in elementary school? If I am feeling particularly sassy, I will include the day of the week under the date followed by a thought or statement marking an event. For example…

I don’t often completely fill up a journal. Journals, to me, mark seasons of life. I ended my last journal about 2/3 of the way through. The last date on it was March 21, 2012 with the the subtitle: One Year anniversary. The opening sentence read: “We lost Andy a year ago today.”

My thoughts filled up pages that day. And it seemed like a fitting end to one season and the beginning of another.

My journaling flows back and forth between thoughts, prayers, statements of faith, character things I need to work on, problems I need to solve, and specific prayers for others and myself. Now and then I get really off track and write out my grocery list, household chore list or some form of random word list of anything that pops into my mind.

Organization and therapy in one fell swoop.

The tools of my trade…

My Man and my children *and my small group girls* have been instructed to burn my journals upon my death. I have full confidence that they will, for two reasons: One, I have tried to explain to them, throughout the years, that if they picked up my journal and started reading, they would totally read it out of context and could possibly be hurt, angered, etc…and two, that I will haunt them forever if they don’t.

Do you journal? Share some of your process, thoughts and/or tools of the trade.

As always…love y’all.

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Heaven.

My Monday morning bible study is studying Randy Alcorn’s, Heaven. When Miss Jeanie first mentioned we would be studying this, I knew it was exactly what I needed.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Heaven lately. I wish I could tell Jeanie that my mind has been focused on the, “REnewed heart, REnewed mind, REnewed body” aspect.

But it hasn’t.

No surprise, my mind has focused on those that I will see there; those gone before me, to be more specific.

But here’s the thing: since starting this study, not only did I start having nightmares (which have stopped, thankfully) but, God totally has me mending fences; reaching out to those I’ve pushed away for whatever reason; filling my sleepless nights with intermittent vivid dreams of things I need to take care of and/or repent of. Gotta say it has me a bit freaked out. But for once in my life, I am determined to obey.

Anyway, that is where I am right now. I know there are several blog posts I am supposed to be writing and I hope to get those cranked out sooner rather than later.

Love you guys.

To Celebrate her 21st Birthday…10 Things you probably don’t know about My Girl…

A list! Hooray!

  1. My Girl had piercing blue eyes (just like her maternal great-grandfather’s) until she was about two years old. Now they are a wicked green (just like her momma’s).
  2. At five feet, seven and one-half inches tall, My Girl was an all-district outside hitter and successfully and repeatedly blocked opponents who were always much taller than she.
  3. My Girl plays the drums and has an awesome singing voice.
  4. My Girl totally destroyed every connective tissue in her knee a year and a half ago and is just now able to be serious about her running and workouts again. Alas, volleyball is pretty much always going to be a no-no for her for the rest of her life. (And that goes for soccer, too, missy.)
  5. But she can coach. She got that gene from her Dad-o.
  6. My Girl is fluent in German. And apparently has a talent for languages, including Sign Language. She did not get that gene from her parents.
  7. My Girl always turned down candy if there was fruit available; especially grapes. She is still a huge fruit lover and not so much a candy lover.
  8. My Girl is an awesome writer. She does not know that she has this talent, but her momma knows. And has evidence to prove it.
  9. My Girl loves musicals. Yes, she does even though she will deny it.
  10. My Girl has a bit of the rebel in her…and she definitely got that gene from her momma.

Bonus #11. My Girl is the most sensitive, compassionate and loving person I know. Period. 

Here are just a few of my fave pics of My Girl…she is so going to want to kill me; but, if I hear One Word about them from her I will post The Tigger Photo. Oh yes. I will.

Happy 21st Birthday, Sarah Kaye Smith! You bring unending joy to us!

10 Things you probably do not know about me…unless you are family or have known me for a long time…

You know I love me a list:

1. I can draw. But I haven’t for years. Thinking about taking it up again.

2. I can play the guitar. And the piano.

3. Oh, and I sing. Harmony.

4. I do not like to fly. Consequently, I have missed many a good time that was merely a plane ride away.

5. I do not like to camp. Period.

6. I owned a red hot Red Camaro for awhile. Loved it. By the Grace of God I never got a ticket in it. Nor did My Man.

7. I ride. Horses, I mean. And pretty daggone well. Or used to.

8. I have a small scar under my bottom lip from flipping over the front of my bike and biting all the way through my lip. Sadly, as I get older, the scar is becoming more noticeable.

9. I played volleyball, softball and basketball in high school. I loved that My Girl excelled at volleyball. Two inches shorter than me and 100x better. The Big Boy was and is a wicked baseball player. Home runs are his specialty. He played first base. Just like his momma. And the Wild Boy far exceeded any basketball skills I ever pretended to have.

10. I love musicals. And, although my children do not…The Big Boy does love Disney movies and let’s be honest…they are all about The Musical.

Here’s a bonus #11. I’m a chronic nail-biter/nail-picker. These days, I’m usually able to resist the urge but when I’m really, really stressed…not so much.

Hope you enjoyed this little peek into moi.