A Letter to My Younger Self by Steph Beth Nickel

Dear 20-Something Self,

Some things we can’t learn without experiencing them. So, while there is lots I’d love to encourage you to change, lessons I’d love for you to learn sooner, we likely wouldn’t be here, just a couple of months before our 65^th birthday.

And just where is here?

After 40+ years in the same city, Dave and I are packing and prepping the house to put on the market. Joshua, Son #2, and his wife, Ericka, (yep, we’re a mother-in-law twice over) live two provinces over. Sarah, Kiddo #3, moved in with them last fall. She hopes to buy a place of her own when she has saved up enough for a downpayment. And our plan, Lord willing, is for Dave and I to move west after the house sells.

That will be a huge adventure, considering we’ve never lived out of the province. While we’re excited, the thought of leaving behind family and friends will become more emotionally charged as the date approaches. Several people have said how much they don’t want us to go, some who have known us for years and others we’ve befriended more recently.

Last year, Dave finally retired from his “temporary” job at the Housing Corporation, where he worked for over 40 years. (The Lord never opened the doors to full-time music ministry as we’d anticipated.) Nathanial came home from Scotland to celebrate his dad’s retirement and his 70^th b-day. (Sadly, N’s wife, Laura, couldn’t take the time off work.) Joshua and Ericka also joined us. And Sarah was still living at home at this point.

While all this happened just last year, it seems like it was much longer ago. What doesn’t seem that long ago is the adventure Dave and I shared with Nathanial and Laura in 2024. We travelled to Iceland with them and toured Scotland, where they live. Nathanial also took Dave and I to Ireland for five days toward the end of our time across the Pond.

So, all that to say…

Our life has been a sequence of adventures. And hopefully, there are several more yet to come.

You, my 20-something self, have challenging days ahead. You’ll make mistakes you’d love to erase. Words—lots of words—you’d love not to have said. Accusations you’ll wish you’d never made. Lessons you’d love to have learned much earlier. Opportunities you’ll grab hold of and others that will slip through your fingers. And a battle with anger that only the Lord could deliver you from.

But know this…

Romans 8:28 is true. God truly works all things together for good.

His mercy and grace are unfathomable.

And His blessings… Innumerable.

Trust the Lord. Grow in your love for Him. And grow in your love for those whose paths cross yours.

Embrace the adventure that is your life!

Steph Beth Nickel is the former Editor of FellowScript and the current InScribe Contest Coordinator. Steph is an editor and author and plans to relocate to Saskatchewan from Ontario to be close to family in 2027. (Headshot Photo Credit: Jaime Mellor Photography)

Time Capsule: A Letter to My Future Self by Sandi Somers

February 12, 2026

To my future self in December 2026,

I have a special Christmas card and letter for you to open in December, 2026. It’s sealed like a time capsule and is my gift to you—a review of your year.

I’ll give you the background to the letter, as a trailer-of-sorts.

In my yearly plans in January, the Lord gave me a special verse: “Launch out into the deep.” (Luke 5:4). I was also reminded of Paul’s words: “Be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power” (Ephesians 6:10).

I began with brainstorming all the things I’d like to accomplish this year. Then with that list, I asked myself:

· What would I attempt if I were sure the Lord were with me infusing wisdom, love, courage, and strength?

· What obstacles seem to be standing in my way?

· What specific things do I need to ask God to give me?

· What are some steps I need to take to get there? (List several)

· Where/how is the Lord prompting me now to step out in faith and risk?

I also included a quote from Lloyd John Ogilvie, one of my favourite authors, who wrote the book, The Lord of the Impossible: “Ask God to help you dare to risk attempting something He’s revealed He wants you to be and do.”

So as you open my card and read my letter, you'll find many questions about my life in 2026. They include such questions as: “What did you risk, and with what results? (Conversely, what risks did you not take, and with what results?) What surprised you? What was your greatest success of the year?” Unexpected events and situations often come up during the year, and my questions included: “What were they and how did you handle them? How did they influence your writing?” “How and where did you most honour the Lord this year?”

Before I get carried away with the questions, just a reminder to note that it will be important to assess what you learned from this process, and what takeaways you can offer for my plans and writing in 2027.

With love from your younger self,
Sandi

PS—I’ve tucked the Christmas card and letter in all my notes for the InScribe Writers’ Online blog. You’ll find it in the “December” notes.

 

Sandi Somers’ writing passion is to help readers grow their faith in Jesus, including their vision of what God wants them to be and do. Sandi lives in Calgary, Alberta, the delightful city between the Rocky Mountains and the Prairies, where she enjoys God’s beauty through walking and driving in nature, gardening in season, reading, and connecting with extended family and friends.

                                                                

Notes to Self Through the Decades ~ Valerie Ronald

Dear Valerie Evelyn,

You arrived along with the spring flowers in April. Your parents and brothers welcomed you with joy˗˗a wee redheaded girl with big eyes eager to take in the world. Your childhood holds some of my clearest early memories. Most cherished are scenes and stories from your imagination. You skipped through the veil between fantasy and reality like a fairy child, happy living in tales of your own weaving. Your parents hurried you along when you dawdled, immersed in your inner world. They did not realize their little girl’s whimsical fancies were the dawning of a deep inner life. Now you hold my hand in the twilight before I sleep, telling myself stories to calm my mind, as you once did. You will always be a part of me.

With young womanhood came your awakening to the possibility of romantic love. You ran fast after it, thinking all questions would be answered through the heart, but found it to be a tender organ, quick to bruise and slow to heal. If you had realized then that your heart’s longing could only find true fulfillment in one perfect Man, Jesus Christ, much suffering may have been averted. Eventually you embraced a new life in Christ, but not before your heart was trampled and thrown aside. I still live with the scars of that broken heart, now made whole because of the healing love of Jesus.

Becoming a mother gave your creative imagination a chance to blossom again. Tea parties with dolls, playing pirates in the forest, and stories before bedtime; these brought you delight through the eyes of your children. You entered into their world, not just as their mother but as a fellow creative who sparked their imaginations with what if’s and let’s pretend. You have reason to be proud of their adult accomplishments as musicians, artists, and writers.

When you learned to read and write as a child, a way opened for you to express your inner world through the written word. It came as naturally to you as breathing. You dreamed of a career as a journalist, however, marriage and family set that dream aside.

No need to think you failed, though, because from my vantage point I see God’s perfect timing in those dreams now coming to fruition in my golden years. The day is here when all you learned in your walk with Jesus gives you much to share with others through your writing. But first you will go through the refiner’s fire. Refining will reveal depths of God’s character and purposes only suffering brings to light. I guarantee it will be worth it all to know the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God.  (Romans 11:33 NIV)

I will give you the treasures of darkness and hidden riches of secret places, that you may know that I, the Lord, who calls you by your name, am the God of Israel. (Isaiah 45:3 NKJV)

It seems just a short time ago you were a little girl swaying on a backyard swing, absorbed in the magical tales of your imagination. Soon you and I will experience what no eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined, when we enter God’s kingdom to see Jesus face to face.

Take courage, dear heart!

From your older self, who loves you always 

Valerie Ronald writes from an old roll top desk in Portage la Prairie, Manitoba, 

with her tortoiseshell cat for a muse. A graduate of Langara College School of Journalism,

she writes devotionals, fiction, and inspirational prose. Her purpose in writing

is to encourage others to grow in their spiritual walk.                                                 

Mail at Death’s Door by Michelle Joy Teigrob

 

To Me on My Final Day,

Well, I guess this is it. You’re about to become the shadow, the mist, the flower, that vanishes from earth forever. Of course, we both know this also means you’re stepping into something more glorious than you could ever imagine. (More on that in another letter).

For this missive, I want to talk about your time on earth.

Oh, how I yearn to know that you are finishing well. How my heart strains with the hope that that, as you heave your final breath, your spirit rests fully at peace.

Finish well, my dear, older self. Whether that final day occurs one day from now, one month, or one year, cross the finish line with your spiritual chin up, shoulders back, arms pumping.

I know middle age shook you harder than you expected. For a time, you allowed discouragement and even some despair to rattle your spirit into nearly giving up in bitterness. As heartache and trouble slammed into your middle years, you wondered why God had ever let you live.

Why did you and your twin survive a very difficult birth, when the doctor believed both of you could likely not make it? Why, at 21 years of age, could you walk away with only minor injuries from the same car crash that took your twin to heaven much too early? So very often your spirit cried out these questions.

I suspect, even on your last day on earth, you don’t hold the complete answer to these wonderings. They are the sorts of anguished musings that I truly believe can only be fully and satisfactorily responded to in heaven.

But, I hope, oh, I pray so hard, that between the time that I pen this letter and the day you step into eternity, you found a way to exist with the tension of not knowing those answers while also living every day as faithfully and fully as God gave you strength.

I pray you discovered and held onto whatever it was you needed to remain faithful – faithful to God, faithful to your family, and faithful to your life’s purpose, including the call you sensed on your heart to write.

I know that in mid-life you drank fresh courage and inspiration from learning about the lives of writers who embarked on their writing ministries in the latter half of their existence. The story of Hildegard of Bingen especially nourished your motivation. Born in 1098, Hildegard started writing for publication in middle age. Despite physical sickness and an acute sense of her own inadequacies, she went on to pen visionary books, two volumes on natural medicine, 77 pieces of music, and more than 400 letter corresponding with popes, emperors, and other leading figures of her day. (The fact that she was the youngest of ten children, like you, sparked a special sense of connection with her, despite the centuries between you).

“Never, never, never give up.” Long before the days of social media posts, our twin Maria had discovered this line famously spoken by Winston Churchill during the black days of World War II. I remember seeing it scribbled in one of her notebooks. Decades later, our son Micah, drawn to the same powerful line, copied it out on a card and taped it to his wall. You always loved to collect snippets of sayings that ignited your spirit – and quotes loved by people you loved gave you extra fire.

I pray that to your final day, you never stopped drawing courage, hope, and strength from stories and sayings.

More than anything, I pray so earnestly that you never ever gave up the practice you started as a young woman of calling out to the Giver of Life, of always seeking to know him more, and of depending on him fully and completely for your every need.

Dear, older self on your last day on earth, as the windows of heaven begin to part, my whole being yearns to know that you are hearing these words: “Well done, good and faithful servant” (Matthew 25:23, ESV).

Please, for my sake, for the sake of all who ever loved you -- those who have gone before, those still alive, and the generations of the future -- but, most of all, for the sake of Jesus, your Saviour and Lord – finish well.

Michelle Joy Teigrob lives with her family in Peterborough, Ontario. Her book on grief, Joyfully Star-mapping Through Life's Dung Piles, is now available at michellejoybooks.ca.

 

 

Dear Younger Self by Peggianne Wright

December 31, 1976

Dear Diary,
My best friend and I have had a colossal fight and I don't think we'll ever be friends again.

What felt like the end of the world that turbulent night was filled with God's blessings in so many ways. But only as I matured both as a person and a Christian would I recognize and understand it. From that agonizing phase of my young teenage life, I can now say:

 

Dear Younger Self,

You're still learning. The world is a hard place for soft hearts like yours. But, keep it soft no matter what.

Hold on to your values but be flexible. You were taught by loving parents who set you on a path with Jesus at your side. No matter what the world accepts, your principles and moral values must remain your guardrails. Pray for those in your life who are faltering. Extend your hand to those who are lost.

Dark Seasons will always end; you've been through them time and time again. Even though the painful times will sting and you'll feel hopeless and alone, remember that the One you can turn to is always right there with you.

Cling to Jesus and cry when it feels comforting. Tears have a way of washing away the hard times and purging our hearts of the soreness and ache. Losses will occur; more and more the older you get. But, in those losses grow sweet memories that are best cherished and nurtured with our loving God close by.

Not everyone will love you; accept it and extend grace both to yourself and others. You are genuine and compassionate but that isn't always a ticket to happiness. Often, your faulty expectations of others will lead to disappointment. But the One who loves you most is the only One you need worry about.

Close friends will abandon you; remain loyal. A thought expressed wrongly, an oversight, a lapse of judgement, or any kind of faux pas may challenge a loving friendship. Even at the times when you wrack your brain to find answers and cannot understand what happened, remember that God's plan is at work. Don't lose faith in a lost friendship but hold it dear in your heart, even if that's the only place left for it. Do your utmost to love your neighbour, even if they've turned their back on you.

Above all, remember to pray first, pray last, and pray in between. Jesus wants you close to Him and in constant contact. Whether life is rich with happiness or stormy with turbulent times, remember you are abundantly blessed as a member of God's Kingdom and beloved no matter what.

In Him who loved us first,
Your Older Self

Peggianne Wright is a published author and is the founder of the pet parent ministry Paws To Pray, blending her passion for the Lord and all-things-K9 to form this unique, faith-based community. Peggianne is an ardent Bible study student, devoted dog mom, wife of 44 years, and lover of music. Her blogs Spiritual Scribbles and Fur-Kid Fanatics can be found on her website www.PawsToPray.ca 

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A Letter to My Way Younger Self by Bob Jones

The February prompt is to write a letter to your younger self. What advice would you give?


Dear Bob:

Congratulations on landing your first assignment in pastoral ministry. You've been given a sacred opportunity. Your new role as an assistant pastor will demand more of you than anything else in life. This role is way more than a job; it is a calling.

You will put in long hours, sometimes seven days a week. At the beginning you won't know what you're doing but that's OK. You'll feel that way for every new major challenge that God calls you into. Bible College trained you to parse Bible verses but not to deal with the complexity of human interaction. You will run programs not people.

No matter what happens, people are never the problem. The problem isn’t even the problem. How you look at the problem is the problem.

Don't sweat the small stuff. It's all small stuff.

The most important person in your life is your wife, Jocelyn. She will be with you day in day out for decades. In due time you'll leave your first congregation and enter into a new ministry opportunity and Jocelyn will be there with you for that. She is the only person you'll carry forward, aside from your firstborn son.

Pay attention to Jocelyn. She is God's best gift to you. She is smart. She is good.

She wants you to succeed and she will do everything she can to help you achieve that.

Listen to her. She has insight about people that you don't have. Trust her judgment. She is intuitive.

She loves you. Put her first. Make time for her. Quantity and quality time. Do your best to understand her. Live at peace with her.

Have fun with her.

Together, you will walk through the deaths of your parents, and life-threatening illnesses, and travel to dangerous places. Hold hands all the way and hold each other tight.

You will be privileged to journey with stellar leaders through plans and projects to the glory of God. Your labour will endure. You will see a harvest of souls from the seeds you will sow.

You will walk many congregants and community members through death, devastating trauma, and grief. Those experiences will be God’s training to prepare you for your own personal losses.

Your lifetime will pass by seemingly at the speed of light. Just as the scriptures advise us, “our days are but a handbreadth.” Live in the moment. Treasure every day. Start with Bible reading, prayer, journaling, and coffee. Always coffee.

Your collection of the front pages of newspapers from Canada and around the world will end up in the garbage. The books you purchased for your study will be given away to younger leaders and a Bible college library. The Coca-Cola bottle and can collection that will eventually define your office space will end up on other people’s shelves. But the relationships you develop, the leaders you call up and invest in, and the people that you share Jesus with will last eternally.

Settle your priorities early.

You can't put God in the centre of your church or your marriage or your role. But you can put God in the centre of your life and that choice will affect everything else.

All work and no play will make Bob a dull boy.

So, listen to Jocelyn, take time off, relax, and make use of all your holidays every year. The church will survive without you. Put your hand into a bucket of water and then draw it out and the hole that remains defines how indispensable you are.

God is for you. No matter how dire the circumstances, or how much you doubt yourself, God is for you. Walk in that truth. It will sustain you, give you grit, and keep your heart and mind quiet and at rest as you trust Jesus.

God bless you, Bob.

Your friend,
Bob

 

I had a lot of fun writing this. That's what writing should be all about. Thank you for the prompt.

I'm grateful for the life and wife and family and friends and opportunities God has given me.

How about you?

Written to Myself, by Lorrie Orr

 

This month's prompt is to write a letter to yourself. It can be difficult to know where to start. Here are a few suggestions whether you write to your younger or older self, or to yourself in the present.

1. Reflect on where you are in life and how you got there.

2. Express gratitude. Acknowledge both joys and sorrows.

3. Consider lessons learned and how they move you forward.

4. What are your dreams? How can they come to fruition?

5. Be gentle with yourself.

 

Hello there,

This morning, clouds are banked along the horizon, moving in fast from the west. There’s a bit of blue sky visible, but rain is in the forecast. Tonight, the full moon will shine over you, and stars will glimmer whether you can see them or not. How many more beautiful moons will sail over you? Only God knows, for your times are in his hand.

You’ve had an amazing life, and there’s more amazing ahead! You might be in the autumn of life number-wise, but spring’s tendrils of personal growth are not dependent on the physical world. They can grow anytime and anywhere they are given a little light and openness. Nurture them. Bask in the beauty of life.

Throughout life, you’ve waited for other people to validate you and that has held you back. With God’s guidance you can make decisions about your future and move ahead, trusting God to walk with you. Lean into the gentle rhythms of grace he offers.

You’re never too old to begin something new, and although it’s a steep curve, entering the book publishing world is something exciting. You’ve written all your life; letters, poems, stories, blog posts, and now it’s time to get that body of work out where people can read it and be encouraged by how God has worked in your life.

The future is unknown. There will be hard times ahead just as there were hard times in the past. God’s grace will hold and strengthen you no matter what. Be confident and step forward with a smile on your face.

And always remember, you are dearly loved.

Lorrie Orr writes to herself from her kitchen table by a window

overlooking her garden in Victoria, BC.

 

A Joyride in a Journal by Brenda Leyland

"I've always been a journal keeper. I've always

tried to write about how I'm experiencing life,

and my feelings and thoughts."

Sue Monk Kidd

My journals are 'sacred' pieces of myself penned on paper. I think best with a pen in my hand, and journaling has always felt like that 'meant to be' place for writing out what's on my mind and heart.

In the photo above, what you see is the wildflower-sprigged cover of my current journal—Volume 199. I know, it's hard to believe I've 'felled' that many trees and filled that many notebooks. But it's been nearly forty years. And yes, if you're wondering, I still have every volume—all neatly stored in my study closet in seven banker's file boxes. If I had shelf space, I'd set out the most recent volumes and dip into them more often. My later volumes are a lot more fun to reread than the early ones. Simply because I'm a better writer, I'm a lot more playful and creative in decorating my pages (stickers, leaves, calligraphy, sketches, etc.). And I've gleaned a host of ideas from other writers of what I could explore on paper. I'm much more verbose at this stage of life (perhaps I have just become more opinionated, haha, and so my diaries hear about it). I fill about four or five notebooks a year.

How It All Began

It all began many years ago when I discovered Lucy Maud Montgomery's published journals in the 1980s. I felt I'd unearthed a treasure. By then, I was a devoted fan of her novels and poetry, and I gobbled up anything I could find about her life and work. She was my inspiration for finding the beauty in life and writing about it. I took notes. And paid attention to what made her journals interesting for me to read. She shared so many aspects of her life - growing up in her grandmother's home, her involvement in her community on Prince Edward Island, her friendships and amusements, what she read, what she wrote, the joy she took in the seasons, sunsets and flowers, not to mention kitty cats. She shared her woes and mental sufferings... along with her many joys and pleasures.

In my own youth and early adulthood, I had an odd assortment of notebooks for things I wanted to keep or remember. It was all a bit haphazard. Boxes of bits and pieces easily go astray—and sometimes they did disappear. But, since that day I opened a floral clothbound notebook and wrote the date across the first page—January 1, 1987—I have pretty much been dedicated to the art and discipline of writing in my journals. And except for the occasional season throughout the years, for the most part, it's been a daily part of my life.

Discovering What Worked Best

I eventually learned that it was best for my brain and personality to keep everything in a single journal rather than keeping various topical notebooks. Keeping more than one meant I was forever looking for the one I wanted. It didn't help me be organized; it just made me irritated. My journals are a motley collection in size, pattern, and style. I eventually decided against coil-bound notebooks—how would I label the spine with volume numbers and range of dates? My most recent favourite style of notebook is one put out by Nota (I find it at Indigo). It has an open spine exposing the decorative 'Coptic-stitch binding', which I really like, the spine of books usually being hidden by the cover. The pages easily lay open while I'm writing, and when it's full, its spine makes for easy labeling.

What's In Them

My journals hold all manner of information. Bits of diary—which can include tracking the weather or moon patterns, how well I slept, some to-do lists, what we're up to for the day. I often chat to myself about the books I'm reading, jotting down lines I want to remember. As well as trying to peg down why I like a certain book and not another. (Which helps when I need to write a book review). I write about what's going on in my inner life, emotionally or spiritually. I'm often writing out Bible verses that comfort, encourage, and nourish, along with prayers and gratitude reports. My journal is quite often my first-place dump for ideas—or for writing down a perfect opening line that appears out of the blue—which can often end up in a blog post and other writing.

And then, like LMM, there are all those beautiful moments in life that I don't want to forget. Those tiny moments that make a day suddenly feel alive with hope, even when the world is wildly insane. You know those glorious moments, when your heart zings with joy as you stand and watch a rainbow form after a summer shower. Or, when you sit in the garden where the air is sweet with perfume and the birds chatter companionably, and our neighbourly Orange Kitty wanders in for a quick visit and a quiet snooze in the shrubbery. Where you are just glad, glad, glad to be alive on God's green earth. Descriptions of this sort written in my journal will often nose their way into my blog posts.

Though my journals are not works of art, per se, they do resemble my personality and nature. My soul sits there on the pages—I recognize her amongst the words. Sometimes my handwriting is neat, other times not so much. Sometimes my soul is bright with hope and sunshine, other times she can grouse with the best worst of 'em. These journals are scribbled layers of thoughts, feelings, and impressions—the extraordinary moments mixed in with ordinary ones. Looking back, in many ways I wish I could have written a neater story within these pages. But a journal, I believe, is meant to house what bubbles up, unedited, our thoughts and ideas untangling as we "scratch them out on paper" (Sarah Clarkson, p. 86, Reclaiming Quiet).

Three Journal Side Trips

As I already mentioned earlier, a single journal with many volumes has companioned me over the years. But there have been short seasons when I did keep a separate notebook for a specific purpose. My Gratitude Journals in half size notebooks, for one. Sarah Ban Breathnach's book Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy (her January 14th entry) was my inspirational first intro to such a lovely exercise. It helped me to establish the lifelong habit of living a life in gratitude. I think there are three such notebooks on my bookshelf; every once in a while I revisit those old lists from another life time.

And then there was the season when I discovered Julia Cameron's ritual of Morning Pages. It took some years to recognize that this could be something to use when I needed to blow off steam, vent hidden frustrations, anger, and pent-up pain (all part of pouring it out to the Lord in three pages). I have never wanted my ‘insane’ ravings and laments to be a permanent part of my journals. For I never wanted to revisit those traumatized moments, not did I ever want someone to stumble upon them. So, I used up old scribblers and notebooks as temporary depositories where I wrote it all out…down to the last tiny ‘huff and puff’ of the abating squall. I don't reread them—the scribblings are destroyed, either at that point or when a notebook is full. And should there come out of those ramblings a few lines worth keeping, those are transferred into my regular journal. Morning Pages has been such a helpful tool for releasing brewing emotion and pain. In writing it all out in this safe place, I'd feel a lightness in the emptying process. I felt heard. I felt release. I slept better. Most importantly, I felt peace in my heart.

Most recently, since January 1, 2022, I have been keeping a small Five-Year Commonplace Diary. Which was inspired by author Austin Kleon who uses this diary to jot a favourite line he comes across in a day. This year I started Year Five, and by the time I write my last quote on December 31st, I will have curated a collection of 1825 quotations—how is that for one tiny diary. What I have found as I watch the pages fill with quotes over the weeks, months, and now years, I often can identify my frame of mind and what might have been going on in my life or in the world at large. So in reality, it's a journal that has tracked my life in quotations.

I have loved writing in my journals. It has been a wondrous experience. A true delight. It's one of those 'hobbies' I have never grown tired of—it's right up there with reading. I have never felt pressured to write in them. I do it because I want to and look forward to opening each day's fresh blank page. It's been a joyride in a journal. I have no plans to stop. 

Brenda writes from her perch by the study window that overlooks her garden and the birds. You can find her writing on her blog It's A Beautiful Life. She's also on Facebook and Instagram (under Bren Leyland).

 

  

 

Journaling by Sandra Rafuse

 

When I first read January's prompt for 2026, my heart skipped a beat. "Do you journal?" it asked. I had tried journaling a few times in a notebook with a pen but I couldn't make it flow. I couldn't find a rhythm to it and I wasn't satisfied with the words I was writing. I had to admit I didn't journal.

When the January blogs started coming in, I was learning so much more about journaling than I'd ever known before: what it was, the purposes it served, the many different methods of doing it. Everyone was sharing so much information and it was all so interesting to read. . .there were so many different ideas! When Susan Barclay's blog, "Confessions of a Former Journalist" came out, I have to admit I gave a huge sigh of relief after reading she was no longer journaling. I could relate to the reasons she spoke of for deciding to stop keeping a journal. Her words made me feel that it was alright to not to be journaling at this time. Maybe another time would work and that would be good.

Then Mary Folkerts's blog "Journaling for My Heart" was published and her words opened up my eyes to possibilities I hadn't thought of. Mary said, "The recording of my life has taken the form of calendars, to-do lists, photo galleries on my phone or laptop, and writing articles. These, too, are journals." Photo galleries? They are journals? I thought of the collages I had started putting together a few years ago. And at that moment, I realized for the first time, that the collages told a story. They were memories of a special time or a special place, or a special occasion. The photo of the collage at the top of this page is the story of my brother Greg's love of old cars. He goes to antique car shows as often as he can and sometimes has someone take a picture of himself standing beside some of his favourite cars. I am sure I could have him send me several more pictures, enough to make a second collage of cars for him.

I sent a collage to my niece's daughter when she was six years old. Pictures of the day she went into the hospital to get her tonsils taken out. Pictures of the preparation for the surgery and then pictures of her recovery afterwards. A single page full of memories to look at in the years to come. And one of my favourite collages of all is the one I put together of three of my nieces, a nephew, and our two sons posing with some of fish they had caught in their younger years. Well, ok, maybe their dad had caught them and helped pull them in, but there they stood with their fish, so happy and excited and proud. Today they all have the same collage to bring out and look at and they can remember the happiness they felt! There's lots for them to talk about while looking at those pictures.

Hey! I realize, according to some of the blogs I've read so far this month, that I'm journaling! I thought I wasn't. But I am! I turn my head and I see a pile of notebooks lying in a basket beside my bookcase. I look at the titles and I remember what was written in them; famous quotes, favourite newspaper clippings; paragraphs from books that spoke to me of love and courage and danger and happiness and God and how he is always in our lives taking care of us; scriptures to stand on; lessons from some pastors' sermons, more famous quotes; etc., etc. Journals. They are journals. I thought I'd stopped working on them, but I've been writing them all along.

While I am delighted to know that there are so many different ways that we can journal, I do want to start again with notebook and pen. I'm looking forward to it.

 

Sandra Rafuse lives in the small town of Rockglen, Saskatchewan, with her husband, Bob, a Gordon Setter named Sadie, and a Peregrine falcon named Peet. She is a retired teacher and an amateur writer and is thoroughly enjoying having the opportunity to share what God is teaching her through her life experiences.

 

 

A Journal Begins with One Word by Gloria Guest

One word is all it takes to light the flicker that can grown into a thousand words.

In our small writers group, Friends with Pens, we use this technique to write a fifteen minute narrative that must include the word(s) of choice by that month's leader. This small writer's prompt has garnered some very good beginning 'first drafts' of a story, a devotional, a poem or even the potential germination of a book. The character, scene and dialogue development that has come out of just fifteen minutes of writing has also proven to be intriguing in some very delightful ways. We have all found as we plumbed these depths, that there was more within us than we'd at first imagined. It leads one to wonder; how much more do we each hold within that without a nudge or a prompt, will never find its way onto the page and ultimately into print?

A journal is very similar to those writing prompts. Whatever we're choosing to write about; a letter to God, ourself, someone else or just putting our thoughts down on the page, once we start we don't usually know where it's going to branch off to. It's a word adventure where we step out onto the trail and see where it takes us; dense dark foliage which we struggle through before we come out on the other side; a meandering pathway that is obstacle free until we trip unexpectedly on a tree root; maybe a steep uphill climb when we'd rather have gone down into that happy looking little valley with the babbling brook.

Most of my past journaling has taken me into places I wasn't expecting. I knew I had some anger issues but until I indiscriminately wrote them on paper, I wasn't aware of just how much it was consuming parts of my life. Or I'd find myself start and before I knew it some deep hurt would bubble to the surface. Journaling has also served to 're-introduce' me to myself in some interesting ways. Memories can glide from far back and suddenly find themselves front and centre on the page. Where did that come from? They no longer want to be ignored. Other times, they've stood back afar and hazy but clearing a little as I've stopped and acknowledged them. Slowly a shadow figure of my younger self seemed to step carefully between my words and whisper, "Nice to see you again. I have something to show you."

Perhaps that sounds too mystical to some, but it's what can happen when we are ready to engage our words with our memories. Maybe we don't always feel safe to go on such a journey. Then we can start down a different path; no less important but one that leads somewhere we feel less frightened of. A Gratitude Journal can help help us skip across a few flat rocks in the pond without getting our feet too wet, while still learning about ourselves. A gratitude journal can help us become more comfortable with acknowledging what we have received, in spite of our hardships, and bring a sense of peace amongst the storm.

One word...is all it takes.... A journal, whatever form it takes, is not something that we 'plot' out. We 'step' out. And with each step we take we can be confident we are on a journey to where God has been wanting to take us all along.

Gloria journals and writes from a small prairie village in southern Saskatchewan. She writes memoir, creative nonfiction, fiction, poetry. She has taken editing classes from Simon Fraser University and Creative Writing classes from U of T. Mostly she has written as a past reporter/columnist. Her small writers group, Friends with Pens (three members strong) has been an important source of inspiration and support for her as she's navigated the past couple of years.

On Journaling by Brenda J Wood

Somewhere in the early seventies, I heard that journaling helped a person overcome abuse and I thought, that is for me! I gathered up notebooks and several pens. Then I warned my family never to touch those scribblers. I left them in plain view on the coffee table and trusted they'd never open them. That’s many years and sixty plus notebooks ago.

This is what I have learned.

Just get all your thoughts out of you and onto the page; everything from joys to jealous and juicy gossip. Getting words down on the page somehow makes the life they represent more manageable. Some people like to organize their overwhelming thoughts. I just pour mine out and deal with them face-to-face.

Who else is better qualified?

Those sentences help you understand the real you. There is no pretense when you face your regrets and reality.

Be a Velveteen Rabbit. Find that true happiness means accepting yourself as who you really are. Of course, by necessity, we write the good, the bad, and the ugly. How do we experience joy if we haven’t experienced its opposite?

Write on and expose your hidden attitudes and prejudice and deal them a heavy blow of correction.

The lessons you learn? Invaluable. Let your words lead you—through loneliness, leisure and life in general.

J - just

O - organize

U - understand

R - be real, record

N - necessary

A - attitudes and

L - life lessons

You might never write a best seller or publish your memoir, but your journals are a fine second.

Brenda J Wood has authored more than fifty books. She is a seasoned motivational speaker, who declares the Word of God with wisdom, humour, and common sense.

Journaling for My Heart by Mary Folkerts

 

I pulled a dusty old box from the top shelf in my closet, and immediately, I was transported back to elementary and junior high school. Inside were stacks of letters and tiny pieces of paper filled with the angsty words of teenage girls, passing notes in class. I could spend hours shaking out the dust, opening folded paper and remembering young Mary and her friends. It takes me back to the days that formed me; the bad, the good, the embarrassing and the painful. I am no longer that girl, but it was who I once was.

I’m not sure why I have kept that box of memories, and maybe it’s time to trash it. Or perhaps I’ll leave it for my kids to have a chuckle over someday. The same goes for old notebooks filled with journal entries I started, with good intentions to document my days. My mom faithfully kept a diary, and I thought it was a wonderful idea. Inevitably, there were many stops and starts over the years, but I do find it fascinating to read the entries. For me, it’s like looking through old photo albums, remembering my childhood.

In my adult years, I have been much less faithful about keeping a daily physical journal. The recording of my life has taken the form of calendars, to-do lists, photo galleries on my phone or laptop, and writing articles. These, too, are journals in their own right, returning us to the memories of yesteryear.

Whatever form the documentation of our lives takes, I think it’s important for our legacy and for our own remembering. I have often looked back over something I have written and, with greater clarity, can see how God has worked in my life to grow and change me. There have also been many times when I have needed to reread words to minister afresh to my own heart.

Untangling feelings onto paper, even in haphazard sentences, frees the mind to think more clearly about a situation.

That’s the thing about words—they are perennial. Times may change, cultural norms may shift, but truths don’t change. Journaling our lives, in whatever form that takes, is a life-giving practice. Untangling feelings onto paper, even in haphazard sentences, frees the mind to think more clearly about a situation. And reading back those thoughts years later, disorganized as they may be, can bring a realization of how God works change and growth in us.

And even when not journaling, our writer words are often written to our own hearts, for we, the sick, know well the Cure. We write from our pain as our journals can confirm.


Physician, heal thyself!
taunts at the obvious—
fissures splayed
wide, pinned
like a specimen.
Heads nodding,
prodding,
pointing out the fault
line—
there, see?
But never denied,
each spoon of medicine
dolled out,
two taken in turn.
For the sick
know well the
cure.

Mary Folkerts is mom to four kids and wife to a farmer, living on the southern prairies of Alberta, where the skies are large and the sunsets stunning. She is a member of Proverbs 31 Ministries' COMPEL Writers Training, involved in church ministries and music. Mary’s blog aims to encourage and inspire women and advocate for those with Down Syndrome, as their youngest child introduced them to this extraordinary new world. For more inspiration, check out Joy in the Small Things https://maryfolkerts.com/ or connect on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/maryfolkerts/

Journals by Sharon Heagy

 

Once upon a time there was a young girl who was whisked away to a land far away and she didn't find the time to get her blog post done ahead of time as she had planned. Now she is scrambling to put something together as her thoughts swirl around like the ocean waves in the picture above. 'Bad little blogger, shame on you!' she thought. But this gray-haired lady, who was only young at heart, realized the grace and mercy of the One for whom she wrote and the extended grace from those she wrote with, would cover this transgression, and she was grateful. 

While thinking about the subject of journaling, I realized my thoughts had been very linear. I supposed a true journal was done daily, with discipline and was a bundle of random thoughts and feelings to be worked through or day to day activities, more like a diary. With this in mind, I thought I was a true failure. I would start and stop and was very tentative to write my inner most struggles for fear that upon my passing my family or friends would read the words meant only for my eyes and be hurt or take them the wrong way. I have burned and tossed pages that fit into this category.

But then I realized journaling comes in many forms and I am not doing so badly, though there is massive room for improvement. I do have a daily journal that I rarely miss writing in and this is my prayer journal. Every day, in addition to other prayers, I pray for 3 specific people and write those prayers down on paper. I have just started my 16th prayer journal, so I guess I am not doing as poorly as I thought. I don't keep them when they are full, but I have kept track of how many I have filled for my own knowledge. 

When on a holiday, I always keep a written record of our day-to-day activities, knowing I will not retain all the details of the journey and will have to go back and take a look. It's kind of amazing how you forget the wonder of things experienced when you are back in the world of daily life. I think of the Israelites in the desert, guided by God every day, heading to the promised land, walking through the Red Sea on dry land, having escaped the tyranny they experienced in Egypt and then decide they want to go back. We are not unlike them in so many ways.

Pulling open file drawers, I found many notebooks and scraps of paper that could be collected and correlated into a journal. These little bits and bobs are my 'organized chaos journals.'  They are closely linked to my 'fits and starts' journals that I write in one day and then not again for months. Then there are my 'restaurant napkin' journals. Thoughts that come when a notebook isn't available. 

Beside my living room chair, I have a 5-year sentence journal that I love. Each day you write a few lines about the happenings of the day and on that same page are sentences for that day for previous years. It's helpful to look back. My husband keeps a similar journal for one year and we have often looked back in them to find out what occurred on various days of a given year. 

When my husband and I have suffered some illness, it has been necessary to keep a journal of meds or drains or other things relating to recovery and often a record of our food and liquid intake. I don't like these journals so much, but they are super helpful to map recovery and to give accurate information to the health care team. 

Upon reflection there are oodles of methods and forms for journals, and I guess I am doing ok with a few of them. Thanks for spending a few minutes to read about my journal journey. I have certainly enjoyed, and hope to continue to enjoy, reading about yours. God bless.

How Bullet Journaling Organized My Life by Dana-Lyn Phillips

Last year my best friend sent me a text asking if I would like to begin bullet journaling with her. I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, but she knew me so well that when she learned of this increasingly popular method of containing our fleeting, perimenopausal, thoughts in one place, she knew it was something that would interest me.

I immediately began researching everything I could about Bullet Journaling. I even purchased a book titled “The Bullet Journal Method: Track the Past, Order the Present, Design the Future” written by Ryder Carroll, the creator of the Bullet Journal method.

I have always been a ‘Type A’ personality that appreciates (expects) organization and to-do lists. In fact, I may be known for having lists of lists. (Ok, so maybe that’s a bit embarrassing to admit.) Anyway, the point is, the more I learned about this style of organizing, the more excited I became.

In his book, Ryder talks about how he came to develop this system of journaling and how it is a cross between a planner, diary, notebook, to-do-list, and sketchbook. Every person will build their bullet journal differently so it meets their own needs. It is unique. Someone else’s will not serve you, and yours will not serve someone else, but therein lies the beauty of the system because it is exactly what you need. No more, no less.

Some people choose to add an element of design into their pages which can render some journals beautiful pieces of art. Others may tend towards a strict white paper, black pen approach which still echoes beauty in its simplicity and form. Before I put pen to paper in my first journal, I sat and contemplated how I should go about filling it. I reflected on the types of pages I had read about, and chose the ones I thought might best help me to keep track of…absolutely everything. I started with my four most important pages.

My “Future Log” documents my upcoming six months so I can quickly jot down important things that need to take place. Things such as remembering to book a tire change or to get quotes on new insurance policies.

My “Monthly Log” clearly lays out a month, by date, with all of the important appointments or activities. The facing page allows me to make a list of tasks I need to complete that month.

My “Daily Log” is a two-page spread divided into eight sections. This is where I clearly lay out each week from Monday to Sunday and includes a section for “Notes” which can be anything I need to remember for that week that may not take place on a certain day. It could also be something I need to remember to move to next week once I create next week's log.

Lastly is my “Tracking Chart” where I track important daily tasks for the month. Things like meeting my water consumption goals for the day, whether I exercised, took supplements, did my devotions, etc.

In addition to these four must-have pages, I have also been known to include pages that track important birthdays, house projects, meal prep and shopping lists, vacation plans, writing topics, weight loss, books I’m reading, and health changes.

What I love most about the Bullet Journal method, is that all of my lists have a home in one place. There are no scraps of paper floating around and getting misplaced. There’s also no longer a need for separate notebooks for work and personal tasks. Everything fits together in a size I can throw in my purse and take with me wherever I go.

It’s been less than a year and I am already on my third Bullet Journal. Each one has been tweaked along the way as I have added or removed things based on their effectiveness. I would like to encourage you as you strive to get organized in 2026 to find, and use, whatever system works best for you. Don’t be scared to try something new, especially if the same old, same old, is no longer working.

In his book, Ryder Carroll says “We breathe life into our thoughts by committing them to paper.” What a beautiful quote, especially for an audience of writers. I would like to encourage you to keep this in mind as you write, but also as you get organized. Happy planning, everyone.

 

Dana-Lyn is a wife, and mother to teenage boys as well as a 14 year old cava-poo named Hockley. She is passionate about encouraging Christian women in their faith and is stepping into her mid-life "calling" as a writer. Her happy place consists of a comfy chair, a great book, a hot cup of coffee and a chocolate…or three! You can read more of her work at https://plansfargreater.substack.com

Confessions of a Former Journalist by Susan Barclay

 

I guess I’m the first in this month’s series of posts to admit that I’m a former journalist, someone who used to keep a journal or diary. I received my first diary when I was about 8 or 9 years old, a green 5-year hardback with gold edges and a golden key and lock. I didn’t write in it much and not much is worth rereading. In high school I developed more of a journaling habit, encouraged by teachers who required us to keep them and which we wrote in school notebooks with lined paper.

I continued to maintain a regular journal through university and from time to time through my working, married, and parenting years. As others have said, it was a place to document and process key events in my life.

It was probably five years ago that I threw in the towel on keeping a journal.

Why?

Well, for one reason, sacrifice. I became a caregiver to my elderly mother as we brought her into our home after a fall. Although I certainly had more to write about and ponder, my time was no longer my own. I had to cater to my mother's needs, which involved a lot of jumping up and down, a variety of appointments, and was physically and mentally exhausting. I still had to keep up with part-time work (until I retired in June 2024) and the chores involved in running a home. I didn’t, and still don’t, have the bandwidth to journal as this caregiving journey continues.

I was tired of playing catch-up, which I had done throughout the years. Sometimes I’d be catching up on months-worth of life. It got to the point where I didn’t feel like doing that anymore. It was just too much.

There were other things I deemed more important than journaling. Things like administering online support groups, participating in two in-person book clubs, and helping to run our church’s 55+ group. In other words, connecting with people rather than paper. (Sometimes you can do both, as with writing for this blog!) And, of course, it’s also critical to maintain spiritual disciplines and that daily connection with God.

I had hoped, or thought, that this month’s blog challenge might lead me to resume journaling. As much as I’ve enjoyed reading the posts so far, it has not had that result. I have, however, been able to keep up with a couple of other daily activities, including Nicky and Pippa Gumbel’s 365-day express Bible plan on YouVersion and reading the daily “devotional,” Your 100 Day Prayer: The Transforming Power of Actively Waiting on God (John I. Snyder), and writing a prayer response. This is perhaps a variation on journaling.

Ironically, even as I gave up on keeping a daily life record, my husband started writing one. His entries are much as others have described, involving lament and reflection followed by praise. Our son has been keeping a journal for over a year now, though I don’t know anything about its contents or his process, other than he writes it on his laptop just like his dad.

I’ve rarely reviewed anything I’ve previously written and what happens to my existing journals when I’m gone does concern me. Someone mentioned leaving instructions for them to be burned unread; my “worry” is that such instructions may be ignored. Sometimes you write things that may be hurtful to others. Maybe it would be better to dispose of one’s journals before they can be read.

For me, the value of journaling is in the processing of things you’re going through. But life is also about living and I have found that journaling takes time away from that. Especially when time is so precious and "me-time" so limited.

When caregiving ends, I may regret not having kept a journal these last several years (after all, it would have provided much fodder for other writing, memoir in particular). I do hope to pick it up again if and when I’m not so weighed down. In the meantime, I’m happy to be writing anything at all.

If like me, you’ve given up journaling because life is just too busy to write about it, let’s trust and believe that this season too shall pass. And if not, remember, our stories are written in His book. Our lives matter whether or not they are written about anywhere else. We are part of history (His story) and we make a difference to the people around us. That is enough.

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For more about Susan and her writing, please visit www.susan-barclay.blogspot.com