Like the rings in a tree stump, so is my journaling. When you look at a tree stump after its been cut down you can see rings. Thin and thick rings, one for each year or so. The thin represent the time when water was scarce and the tree survived. The thick represent the time when water was plentiful, the tree was healthy, and it thrived.
So is my journaling. I’ve been reading my old journals from the past 4 years lately, and i’ve noticed some things. Some similarities between the tree and I. When I was going through hard times, that’s when I wrote the most. Wrote to God and wrote out my frustrations/joys/prayers. And the writing is good to read. When times were going alright, or when I wasn’t fully relying on God for my help that’s when the writing is scarce, non-existent (skipped dates), or unenjoyable to re-read.
God is the water to my life. When I am distant from Him, my rings are thin and I am merely surviving. But when I draw near to Him, He is plentiful and I am healthy and thriving. Even amidst hard times.
