As I was reflecting on a few things this morning…
The Lord brought my attention to the introduction to the 1st Book of Chronicles.
In the intro it says,
“The word chronicles in Hebrew has the meaning of an ongoing account, almost like a journal or a diary, or minutes taken at a meeting.”
He reminded me this morning, that for some reason… it almost seems to come “naturally” for me to want to “chronicle” —or to keep a journal, a record, a diary, or notes of things that happen in my life or have happened in my life… to record some of the things I see in my life, and that I see or witness in some of the lives of others within my life, that I’m led to take note of.
Why? I do not know… but over the last few years, I’ve starting to believe it’s just something the Lord has put within me, because I’ve realized it’s been there as far back as I can remember, even as a tiny little girl who loved to sit with a “treasure” collection of pens and a note pad and practice writing things and taking notes like a secretary! haha
The word in the dictionary for “a person who writes a chronicle” is called a “scribe”… Sounds like such an ancient term, doesn’t it?
Writing things down feels like “my thing.” But why?
It’s my favorite and preferred way to communicate my deep thoughts in a complete way. To communicate verbally never feels good enough for me, it never feels satisfying because I struggle to put my words together in a way that truly conveys what I have on my heart to say. Though the Lord does love to nudge us out of our comfort zones, doesn’t He?
Taking notes is the way I remember things, because, somehow… taking notes helps to “ingrain” things in my mind.
I’m not satisfied listening to someone teach me something without having a pen and paper in hand.
I’m not satisfied with watching something historic happen without having my camera in hand.
I’m not satisfied with hearing someone share their story without having a way to somehow record it…
There’s something about a “pen and paper” that just feels “right” to me.
How I love the written word… to be able to pour back over it.
There’s something within me that feels driven to record, to document, to remember…
Perhaps that’s part of why I love documenting with a camera so much.
“Painting a picture” with words or with a camera… 📸
Isn’t it funny how we discover things about ourselves, and then we start to wonder… “Did God put that there? Has it always been there just waiting for me to discover? How is He wanting to use this thing that I’ve found within me?”
The funny thing is, I’ve never felt that I could just write anything, or that I’m skilled at writing on certain topics, or that I’m any kind of “writer”…
I am compelled to write in a way that conveys my heart about a matter, or about a person, or in a way that shares and documents what I see, and what I experience in the midst of a situation or place.
Giving an account…
Sharing a story…
Getting it written down…recorded.
Why does it matter? Because it does.
God did it for us, didn’t He? And I’m so thankful He did. 💖☀️
Father, I’m seeing and realizing that perhaps this is something that You built into my design. I love how You surprise us with things like this — You awaken these things in us, and it can be all kinds of things… and then You take us on a journey to show us how You planned these things within our lives that You knew all along…
Thank You for showing us how we belong to You, and how You make us and design us to be part of Your Story and Your purpose. ✍🏻💝