BURN IT UP!
" Burn your journals ." **inserts every type of "shock" emojis* Early one cold afternoon in January 2016, I heard those words in my spirit. I don't remember the exact day, but I do remember the month and year. Not only was it cold, but it was windy this particular afternoon. Burn them? How? We have no fireplace, no fire pit. "Maybe I'll shred them," I reasoned. Surely, God will understand...right? Burn them. First of all: I love journaling. I used to refer to journals as "diaries" when I was a child. Sadly, I developed an unhealthy way of journaling over time. Unknowingly, I etched disparaging words about myself, words birthed out of a swirling acid-filled pit of despair, unstable emotions, indecisiveness, low self-esteem and worthlessness ("feeling sorry for myself"). Simply put, it was damning. A simple shredding of the papers littered with such words was merely not enough. It had to be destroyed by fire . I called a d...