Pure And Lovely Journaling

Dear Sisters,

Much has been said and written about women journaling.  I
have always 'journaled' in some form.  In my younger days, I had
a page-a- day diary.  Later, when I became a mom to three children, as
well as a partner in my husband's company, my 'journal' was actually
a very practical diary, recording important dates, information, but
mainly items 'to do'! Smile.....

As the children were growing up, I re-read the diaries from
my early womanhood in South Africa.  I was filled with a great
sadness.  Without thought, I took my diaries outside in the garden and
burned them on my own mini-bonfire.  I mentioned this to a number
of ladies several years later, and they were all so very surprised ~
almost horrified that I would do such a thing.  But, I have never
had regrets.  Never. Why?

........Because.........

The Lord has changed my heart.  I am a new creature ~ in
Him. Furthermore, I don't even want to be reminded of hardship,
sadness and the way I 'used' to be.  And here is the reason:

".....Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things
are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are
pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of
good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise,
think on these things.." Philippians 4:8

It is the mindset of some that ALL thoughts and feelings be
recorded when journaling.  If I were to write of unhappiness and
sadness and ~ gasp ~ to even keep those writings as a record for my
children, what would I be conveying?  Would I be an encouragement for
somebody further down life's highway? Would I be a great witness for
Christ? Even if those journals of my life, thoughts and feelings
were never to be read ~ what would I be achieving?  I believe I would
be digging up old bones, hurts that are better forgotten ~ for my own
spiritual well-being.

Am I against journaling?  Not on your nellie! Facts are one
thing. One can't escape them.  But..... my response, reaction and
attitude to the facts of life are what counts.  When I journal now, I
am reminded of the wonderful verse in Philippians 4:8.  I cling
to this.

Here is a sample of journaling which I started last year,

With love in Christ and looking for the lovely,
Helen



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SUNDAY

Mom and Dad didn't come with us to church today.  The
weather has been so unbearably hot that in their (our) true British
fashion, they (we) are affected by the great `meltdown'.

Sunday school class was such a challenge today, as during
our `Prayers to Jesus' time, the children disclosed such
personal information about their families.  It never fails to tear at
me - the life some of these wee ones live.  Fathers living in other
states, only seeing their children occasionally, parents fighting
over custody, other parents getting drunk and/or `high' and
performing in front of their precious children.  On the one hand, I find I
am so very tempted to listen, on the other, I don't.  Andre once
said to me that life would be easier if we didn't know certain things
about certain people.  I am finding this to be so true.

After church, we phoned to see if Brian was at the Gardens.
He had left early, so we decided to eat at Burger King.  We were
joined there by others from church.

Arrived home around 4.30pm

MONDAY

Began using the draft plan for Charlotte Mason methods
today. Although short lessons are recommended, I feel it depends on
the general interest of the children.  Sarah races ahead both in
maths and copywork.  Sam enjoys maths, but when it comes to
copywork, well - I'm wondering if it is a `boy's thing' - writing?  Anything
that can distract him - will!  Most of all they enjoy sitting on the
couch and me reading to them.  The favourite so far is May Gibb's
`Gumnut Babies'.  History is also a favourite.  At the moment we are
going through Australian history and I'm learning all the time!

Emma is happy to perform her schoolwork in her room.  She is
more motivated than I had originally thought.  The most important
thing of all is that she enjoys to learn.  What a blessing that is.

Today was my first lesson in the Creative Writing course.  I
learned so much and just can't wait till next weeks lesson.

TUESDAY

We left for Goulburn later than anticipated today. Furthermore, as
we had driven over ten kilometers out of Collector, it dawned on me
that the gas man may have not closed the gate to the horse's
paddock.  And so - we returned to check.  I shudder to think
of the Palomino heading for the highway, as in times past!

Arriving at Mom and Dad's place is always exciting.  There
is so much to tell as well as ask.  We usually spend up to an hour
catching up on highlights, as well as mundane events of the week at
hand.  Dad usually stays at home, while Mom, the children and I set out
for `town'.

After completing most errands today, we had lunch at the
Subway.  Dad had joined up with us at Clint's, so he accompanied us there
too. Frustrating to say, as we left the Subway, Sam found a
parking ticket on the windscreen of the car!  Funny how such an animal can
affect your day.  Mom was quite annoyed at this.  Personally, I
cast this to the back of my mind, before it started eating away at the
(otherwise) pleasant day we were having.  I have found that setbacks
such as this can gnaw at your frame of mind.

WEDNESDAY

We had hoped to do some gardening today, but, alas, the sun
shone brightly and the heat was in for an early start (you can
just imagine Mr Heat, clocking in early for the day!).  Tempted as I may
be, I have found that the most hindering aspect of gardening is
starting something, with a realistic `we-can-finish-this-today' goal,
and discovering that you are not able to finish after all.  The
heat of the summer sun does this to me.

Instead, we stayed indoors and continued on our good
literature and living books journey.

THURSDAY

I had asked the Lord for motivation and continuity of tasks today.
As always, He delivered!  Together, the children and I managed to
complete all household chores, so the home was in order and
ready for the upcoming weekend.  We have found that all major chores
have to be done by Thursday, as Fridays are written off as cleaning
days.

We were even fortunate enough to squeeze a few basic lessons
in during the morning.

The afternoon, for me was spent responding to mail, writing
cheques and updating the MYOB system.   Emma and Sarah were working
on craft projects, while Sam `hovered'.  I have found his favourite
pastime is to gravitate from imaginary jousting, jumping on the
trampoline, playing with the dogs, making stage settings under the
trees, climbing trees, building bike ramps and jumps and pottering
on his workbench, situated inside Andre's shed.  How he differs
from the girls!  It never ceases to amaze me.

FRIDAY

Andre rang before we left for town this morning and read out
Gary's fax.  He is so thoughtful in this way.  He knows I can't
bare to wait for news!

We always start our Fridays at the workshop.  Emma usually
cleans the kitchen/washroom and office, Sarah either reads, writes or
busies herself with Sam, who is usually intent on squeezing some
type of `creation' into our half hour with Dad, while Andre and I
enjoy morning tea together.

After our usual errands, we went to see our accountant, Tony.  I
believe the introduction of the so very crooked GST in this country
will be it's downfall.  It was hard to believe an hour had past in
Tony's office, before we realised there was all of 15 minutes to get
to the other side of town for music!  Pity that Emma's violin teacher
is away for a couple of weeks.  It's never easy to watch others enjoy
something that you so love to do.

I am convinced that there are no other shoes for sale, at this time,
other than the platform shoes I recall from my own teenage
years!  A choice for younger girls is non-existent.  Sam was the
fortunate one in this regard, as we at least came home with new shoes for
him.  Bob Martins.  Original.  What can beat them?

SATURDAY

I am pleased that I am waking earlier in the mornings. Today was no
exception.  Today is the inception of recording journal entries.  By
the time everybody was up, I had already finished the week's worth of
events.

A very pleasant day - spent in the garden.  Andre and Sam mowed the
lawn and trimmed the edges.  How neat it looks when the `full
treatment' is applied.  I indulged in an `elimination' exercise.  No
longer do we have the silver-grey- turned black lanky plants below
our deck.  All that is left are a couple of lavender bushes and an
overgrown rock rose.  The stage is ready for further props.

Emma went to ride her horse in the TSR.  We had to giggle at
this; I insisted she take the mobile phone.  Emma seems to think
that the whole `look' isn't right; herself atop the horse, frolicking
in the paddock of an Australian countryside.  Tucked and tied to
the saddle - a drawstring bag with an Aboriginal design.  Within the bag,
ready for action - the mobile phone!!  What a laugh it would be to
see this on a movie screen.  Picture this; a typical Tablelands
scene, complete with burnt grass, gum trees and dry soil.  Girl
observes horse, horse walks towards girl for the inevitable tidbit.
Suddenly, the serenity is broken as the mobile phone screams the
"William Tell" tune!

We managed to weed, feed and mulch part of the fruit bed today.
Hopefully we'll have the rest done by the end of the week.
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