So, I was reading through some of my old journals, and I realized just how much I’ve matured over the past…. 4 years. I mean, that’s not really surprising, but it’s kind of creepy because I can remember when I first started journaling in 2005. Like, seriously, I was A year away from becoming a christian, all my journals were about drama and how to make friends and telling myself useful tips. Ocassionally there would be sermon notes that are barely legible because they’re just little notes like “God loves you.” “No poop in the brownies” “Dance for joy when tires are flat”
Now I’m like… not like that at all. The last time I drew a picture in my journal was…. a long time ago. hmmmm…..