My journal—what I tell God— is revealing as I read what I wrote during the lockdown. I cycled between being scared, to confused, to aware, to angry—sort of pingpong balling through these phases. But as I wrote my concerns, my awareness of my sovereign God was constant. He did then, and still does now, hold His in the palm of His hand.
I spent a lot of time swimming. It was the only thing that kept me sane. At one point, I had to give up my local pool (once they opened again. Before that, we swam in the ocean) and swim elsewhere for several months because they were requiring the proof card.
My “journal” is in screenshots and I need more gigs!
My journal—what I tell God— is revealing as I read what I wrote during the lockdown. I cycled between being scared, to confused, to aware, to angry—sort of pingpong balling through these phases. But as I wrote my concerns, my awareness of my sovereign God was constant. He did then, and still does now, hold His in the palm of His hand.
I spent a lot of time swimming. It was the only thing that kept me sane. At one point, I had to give up my local pool (once they opened again. Before that, we swam in the ocean) and swim elsewhere for several months because they were requiring the proof card.
💯 agree. That journal is a treasure!
⬆️ YES!!!
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