Linda Stoll: morning invitations * journal

I gently pray myself awake most mornings.

It sure beats worrying and imagining the upcoming day's worst scenarios before my eyes even peel open.

I pray as I inhale the sea's salty air on long solitary windswept walks. As my hands immerse deep in hot soapy water at the big kitchen sink. As I putter peacefully around the house. As I run around town doing errands.

And yes, I sometimes weep desperate prayers that spring from a heart that overflows with a pain-filled sorrow and a fierce mama-bear concern for my family.

And then ... there's the delights of journaling cozy morning conversations with my Heavenly Father. Sweet part and parcel of my quiet times for well over a decade.

These, the free-ing moments when I take the time to sit down with pen in hand and unpack the lurking mess and the questions, the fears and griefs, all my random observations to the One who knows me best. No need to write names or give details.

He already knows all that.

He's always welcoming as I settle in for our long chat. Endlessly attentive, loving, and never too bored or busy to give me His full undivided attention. So wise, too, as He whispers sacred responses to my oft' self-absorbed musings.

And after I sort through all that swirls within, His grace invites me to slowly but surely switch gears and launch into praise. For when all is said and done, I absolutely adore my Redeemer.

And I've just gotta tell Him how deep and wide my love and gratitude flows ...

We're getting to the end of another journal. And these large, lined, spiral-bound ones are my favorites. And there are more to come and more to fill. Life goes on. And this is an invitation that lets me review and process and learn and release all that enters my life. Thank You, God, for being a part of every line, every page. You are the One who walks with me as I sort through events and feelings and thoughts. You're the One who has given me comfort and perspective and a sharp kick when I've needed it. You've collected my tears and have shared my smiles as I've written line after line.

You've integrated Your Word into my daily journey. You've given me Scripture and You've given me songs in the night. You've given me hope when all was hopeless, and wisdom and grace when I've had none. You've allowed me to understand what forgiveness and peace look like.

And during these hours, You've reminded me through Your Word that You will never leave me, never forsake me. You are my rock, my fortress, my calm in the storm. You are the forgiver of sins and the giver of wisdom and strength.

And You have been safe for me. You give me full permission to be authentic and real and transparent in our times together. I feel accepted and loved and cherished. I feel validated and affirmed in who I am in Jesus Christ. You have convicted me, but not condemned me. Firmly, but gently, You've pointed out my disobedience. And graciously have granted forgiveness.

You've refreshed my soul and clarified my perspective. Given me hope and joy and strength for the day. You've stretched and molded, shaped and grown me, slowly but surely.

And I am forever grateful for Your never ending love and Jesus' sacrifice that made it all possible.