Journal to Christa—
Anne Graham Lotz was speaking on how to start a Bible study. “You start with what’s in your hand. What’s in your hand?” She gave an example of a tennis player who started a study at her tennis club.
I wasn’t thinking of a Bible study, but I was thinking of my hand. “I don’t really have anything in my hand.” But I knew that was a lie. I knew it every time I said it to myself.
“Use what’s in your hand. What’s in your hand?”
“All I have in my hand is a pen.”
“What’s in your hand?”
“Just a pen and this journal… and I send these silly words to Christa each week
—then to Shannon and the girls and others…”
They are just words—my journals to Christa—but I love writing them, and I don’t know why.
Maybe… I think I would have liked getting something on pretty paper each week when I was young. Papers that say:
“I know you, and you are special to me.”
“I care about you and how you feel today.”
“I see you, even if you think no one else does.”
I have a pen in my hand.
What’s in your hand?
What’s in your hand?
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