Dear Diary…

When I was about ten years old, I had a little diary.

It was covered in patchwork plaid fabric, had a flimsy lock, and came with the tiniest skeleton key tied to a string. I’m not entirely sure what I thought needed protecting—probably some deeply personal entries like “My best friend didn’t sit by me today” or “I think Victor is cute.” 

But looking back, I love that little diary.
It said something powerful:
My thoughts mattered.

That tiny book was a safe space for my ten-year-old self to be honest—about things I’d never say out loud. And you know what? I still have a version of that space today.

These days, I call it journaling.
No key, no lock—just a pen, some paper, and the freedom to pour it all out before the Lord.

It’s where I process the things that feel too tangled to untangle.
It’s where I let the tears fall.
It’s where I find peace, perspective, and sometimes… a good laugh at myself.

And here’s the beautiful thing:
God doesn’t judge what I write.
He meets me right there—with truth, grace, and an unshakable love.

The more I journal, the more I realize—it’s not about writing something impressive. It’s about creating space for something honest.

You don’t have to be a “writer” to be a journaler.
You just have to be you.

Even a few minutes with a notebook can help you:

• Release what’s been swirling in your head
  
  

• Hear your own voice again
  
  

• And remember what’s true when emotions feel loud
  
  

So if your thoughts are a little tangled right now—or if you just need space to breathe—maybe try writing something down today. A sentence. A scribble. A prayer. Anything.

There are no rules. No pressure. Just a quiet moment with you and the Lord.

And next week? I’ll be sharing a journal I created for women just like us.
The ones who want to be more present, more intentional, and a little more honest with what’s going on inside.

I can’t wait to tell you about it.

With so much grace,
Julie