Psalm 77:5-6 I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times. I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.

I am sixty-nine years old and I have been writing for a very long time. I have only been posting devotionals since January of 2014. Everything else I have written are in journals. You might even call them ancient manuscripts.

I did not journal in my days of sin. I was too busy sinning. I saw no point to it then. Who in their right mind wants evidence of evil following them around? I was encouraged to journal from a sermon by a layperson. He put the thought in my head and it stuck.

Israel would stack twelve rocks, one for each tribe, at the site of powerful movements of God. This marked their journey with God. What is a journal if not a record of your journey with God? If you are faithful to keep a journal it can be helpful to check spiritual growth.

Would it surprise you to know that I have never used a journal item to write a devotional? It isn’t because they are not worthy or uninspired, it is because those writings are about me. These devotionals are about what the Lord wants and not so much about me. I do find time to go back over some of my ancient writings and I sometimes discover something encouraging for myself.

“Wow, did I write that?”

Yes and no. Even in those ancient days I heard the Lord and made a record of those encounters and know with mature certainty that the Lord was with me even when I was a babe in Christ. I didn’t realize it then but I can see it know. The Holy Spirit was very much involved and responsible for my growth in Christ.

And He still is.