Got a new journal today. . . Finished writing in my old one this morning. As I put it on my journal shelf I pulled one of my older ones out and began to read: “I really hope I get to live in NYC this summer. I don’t have any money so it’d have to work our for free” . “Didn’t get the job at Starbucks. I don’t understand I thought this was supposed to happen?” . ”Being back in VA is good, I don’t think I’m ready for the city yet, but one day I’ll live there” . “I don’t understand it God, I thought I was supposed to be living in New York by now” . “I really want to go to Ireland” . And a host of other prayers answered (and more yet to be answered). Things I hoped for, worries that consumed me, and a growing, maturing insecure young man. He’s still there, but he’s grown up a lot since. Experienced much. Still learning what grace means and how much God loves Him, even when it doesn’t make sense. . If you don’t journal, I highly recommend because in it you can see how far you’ve come and trust that there’s still better yet in the middle of the joys and heartache that life promises. .https://www.instagram.com/p/BvXskhZAfIL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=q76ga85g0msa











