When my mother died and I went through her worldly possessions I thought I might find a diary or some journals where she might have written about her life - but there was nothing and I felt very sad that she had not written down any of her life’s events. I have a draw full of journals, they go back at least 30 years, they are not daily diaries or necessarily full of secrets but they trace the events, the ups and downs, the joys, the despairs, the answered prayers and sometimes the mundane thoughts of a girl and a woman who has journeyed from being single to married, childless to a mother, a daughter to an orphan, a church member to a ministers wife.
I know who I Am. My journals remind me of life's struggles and life's joys but they also help to keep me on track in my life as a Christian. I recognise God with me, answering my prayers, sending people to be along side me. They help me to keep looking forward to the Goal. I may not get a Gold medal for my 5% weight loss but I will get a place in an eternal mansion.
I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus is calling us. Philippians 3 v 14