In today's world words are easily deleted.
I have a copy of a journal that my great-grandmother wrote on their voyage from England to Canada written in 1913. My great-grandfather tried to purchase tickets on the Titanic but they were sold out by the time he reached the ticket booth. A year later the family voyaged from the Tilbury Docks on the S. S. Scotian to the St. Lawrence to the docks in Quebec.
This is precious family history; we are thankful that she took time during their voyage to document their travel experience, so that generations later can understand what they did for their family and in a sense for me.
During my vacation I spent a lot of time on the back of the boat with a fishing rod in my hand and marveling at the beauty that is Northern Saskatchewan.e
What an amazing time for thinking, praying and sharing stories with the family. This was a family vacation that I will never forget. I thought about this time and how my daughters are old enough now that this is something that they will remember for the rest of their lives. I had a lot of fun capturing moments with my camera but there was desire in me to capture it with my words as well.
At the last moment before we left I grabbed my journal and when I opened it I realized that I had not written in it for over a year.
I do not use my journal as a diary, but rather a recording of my journey. I wrote about it here.
If anything were to happen to me I would want my children to know and understand my journey. Sure they could read my blog, emails or Facebook posts but that can be easily deleted. Let's be honest, we know online that are words are public so they may not be as totally honest and raw as to what we would write in our journal.
When we came home from the lake the first thing I did was make a new study corner in my home. Too often I sit at the desk to write and I get distracted from the computer, now I have a place where I can sit and look at nature, the birds visiting my bird feeders and quiet my mind and open my heart and put words to paper.
Like the journal of my great-grandparents journey to a new land, I want to record the journey that I am travelling to be a living example of Jesus Christ.