My daybreak therapy is praying with a pen, recording trials and blessings of yesterday.
King David and I have spent many quiet dawns and silent nights in the Psalms he once composed in caves and pastures. David, the shepherd-king, has been a good mentor, guiding me through the tough times of life, leading me beside still places.
As a teenage scribe, I kept a diary, logging thoughts on my beloved of the week.
Now I write about my Beloved of my everyday in journals filled with naked thoughts on tear crinkled pages, and I emerge strong.
There are times my journal is nothing more than a tattered scrap, recklessly scribbled at a traffic light or jots on a napkin transcribed later to my bound treasured keepsake. Mostly, it s in the pause and ponder times when I come quietly before the Lord to write of His greatness. Then His voice fills the white space.