What is the Importance of Journaling?
My main thoughts for the reasons to Journal have changed
I have spent so much time searching the internet, reading books, and checking out signs in stores, looking for short messages that are uplifting and soulful to the mind to keep my brain heading in a positive direction. There is so much craziness in this world that can bring a person down, and I don’t want my life to be lived like that. I want to wake each morning with a smile and joy in my heart and then hopefully be able to lay my head down at night with a feeling of a job well done at the end of the day. Yeah right! It’s all those in between minutes that get yeah.
So journaling for me is writing down every positive quote I can find each day to help make me happy or help me get through some difficult event I may be going through at the time. I try to bestow some of these positive words into my family when I see a need for encouragement, and I thought with the journals maybe those positive words could help them along the way when they are facing their trials and tribulations when I’m gone from this world.
It was this thought of me being gone from the world and thinking what was I leaving behind that gave me a big lightning bolt of ideas about what I was missing from other loved ones in my past. The main one was my father. My dad was my spiritual leader. When I had problems in my life, I looked to him for leadership. Now that he is gone I wish I had written down some of his words of wisdom in a bible journal so that I could today go back and remember why he referenced specific scriptures and how they helped me. If I had written the words down, I would have also had them to help me with my children when I was so desperate for guidance.
I have learned that I have missed out on the important parts of journaling
My children are grown up now, and when they come home for a visit, there is always a time when we gather as a family and reminisce about good times past.
During one of those happy moments, I learned that all the hours of preparations I did for school party favors and all the rearranging of time to make it to every school event thinking that I was making a difference and they would remember the effort later in life was ALL WRONG. They don’t remember hardly anything. They know there was a party, but that was about it. I lived in the country and had field trip events at my home for goodness sake. You know how much of a headache that was? But as a parent, you say, “It will be something that will go down in my kid’s life that will make a difference.” Huh, they don’t remember a thing.
So, I sit here thinking I should have saved memories of all those things. I should have taken pictures and put them in a journal and wrote about what we did and how we felt. It’s funny they remember the teacher’s names but don’t remember the parties. What was I thinking?
I am more driven now to want to do things to encourage young mothers to document, document, document the lives they’re living with their children. I thought life right now would be sitting and laughing and remembering times past; I’m shocked. I’m also a little heartsick in thinking about the memories I have in my head that no one remembers and I can’t share the moment with my kids. It’s like something wonderful has died. Talking about empty nest syndrome, not only are the kids gone they don’t have the memories, so that’s gone too. The times were erased from everything, but my mind. There is no proof it ever happened, and I’m the only one who knows it did. If only I had taken pictures and made a journal to sit enjoy today with my family.
One more life event that proves you should journal
I have a friend whose wife had terminal cancer. He was with her during all of her treatments and the emotional events that she went through only to find out he also had cancer. She managed to stay with him until he finished his treatment before she pasted.
Only his cancer journey was not finished yet. He recently sat and shared a moment I will never forget with me. I noticed he was carrying this book that had paperclips all in it, so I asked him what it was. He told me that his wife had left journals all over the house for him to read that talked about everything they had done in their lives. He said she’s not gone she’s still talking to me. He is replaying all the fishing trips and family events they did together through those journals.
The book he was carrying was the book of bible scriptures that she used for inspiration to help her during her treatments. She took notes in it to help him. He told me, “I was a good man and felt like I was a Christian before this, but I am a changed man and carry the spirit with me now because of my wife’s words after death.” She is still with me, and the Lord is there too. Now when I see him his face is always glowing. He says every time I feel low it seems like I find another journal. She is still taking care of me. We sat and cried happy tears together that day and again I saw the value of documenting life. You just never know what words can do for someone when you least expect it. Words are powerful!