Keeping Journals For My Daughters

I have a box full of journals that I’ve written over the years. Each of them is a treasure of emotions and a testimony of how far God has carried me. I started writing at about 8 years old. Then, I didn’t think it would be something that I’d carry with me for the rest of the life, but writing was my outlet.

There are seasons where I have been very consistent with writing, and others where I have taken so long to complete a journal. But deep within, I’ve known that writing is good for me. I process life through writing. Sometimes I look back and I’m amazed at the depth in the journal entries.

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When I was pregnant, I had an idea to keep a journal for my girls. After Ky was born, I bought them journals that I felt reflected their personalities and started writing late last year.

This has turned out to be one of my favorite pastimes, I actually look forward to spend time writing when they are asleep. It warms my heart.

This verse is what nudged me to keep journals for my girls.

psalm 145-4

I realized that it is very easy to forget to share the good things that God has done. But there is something powerful about sharing testimonies. They ignite a flame in the faith of the hearer. They point them back to God.

It has been such an amazing experience. I have enjoyed writing little prayers, testimonies of the Lord’s doing, our memories, words of wisdom, and funny moments. I want to incorporate little drawings.

My prayer is that they will glean wisdom, laugh at the precious memories, but over all, stand in awe of God. He is faithful. I want them to know it for themselves, and see His footsteps through their lives and His finger prints on their hearts.

Would you like to start keeping a journal for your children? All you need is a journal, pen and a heart to write. The stories will flow, the testimonies will be shared and their faith will be strengthened in the Lord.

Blessings,

Bibi2Be

They Call Me Pretty Lady

Third person.

Ksena talks in third person a lot now.

She is able to piece parts of conversations together. A few days ago, hubs was telling me about chicken that died. Ksena knows the friend and the said chicken. After we finished talking, she stopped playing and asked ‘what is died?’. Let’s just say I had not seen that coming. I’ll write how that conversation went in another post.

A week ago, we went out and we took a selfie. When I showed her the picture, she said ” mummy and pretty lady”. I smiled 😉 we’ve called her pretty lady since she was several weeks old. It’s a name that has stuck through the different seasons.

She knows her name is Ksena. But when she looked at the picture she saw Pretty lady.

We do have other names that complement more than her physical attributes :). This is one of the reminders that she is always listening, internalizing what we say. The way we raise her shapes how she sees herself and the world around her.

She knows that she is royalty, a daughter of the King of Kings.

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Oh that we will always remind her who she is and the greatness that is within her.

When I looked at the picture, I saw a mother and her daughter. A woman in between two worlds.

I pray that I will always see myself as God sees me. That every time I look at my reflection or image I will hear His truth echo in my heart. Daughter of the most High. Precious. His beloved…I could go on and on.

When you look in the mirror what do you see? Do you call yourself what God calls you or do the labels you have gotten over the years take the day?

For those with children, what do you call them over and above their names?

This week put a picture of yourself somewhere you can see it often, every time you see it, call yourself what God calls you. Then watch this truth transform your heart; the way that you think.

Blessings.

Have a lovely week.

Bibi2be