Two weeks ago, I started a ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ-๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ผ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐ป ๐ท๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ป๐ฎ๐น.
And if Iโm honestโฆ at first I thought, โWhy did I buy this one?โ
Itโs landscape.
Itโs smaller than I like.
I prefer everything on one page...
...and now my reflections have to flow across two.
I nearly talked myself out of using it.
But hereโs what Iโm learning:
New beginnings always feel awkward ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ณ๐๐น.
A new journal.
A new habit.
A new rhythm.
A ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ผ๐ฑ.
Newness stretches us.
It interrupts our comfort.
It invites us to loosen control.
And if we let it, it also brings something precious: hope.
Hope that God is still speaking.
Hope that weโre still growing.
Hope that this season isnโt finished with us yet.
Last week I wasnโt well, so instead of sitting in church, I watched the sermon on YouTube from bed and created my pages there โ refusing to miss the moment just because it looked different.
And thatโs what this journal is becoming for me:
A record of showing up.
A reminder that God meets us wherever we are.
A quiet promise that week by week, page by page, something beautiful is unfolding.
Sometimes the very thing we resist at the start becomes the place where God does His deepest work.
New beginnings arenโt neat.
But they are full of grace.
I hope you have a great day.
Bev xxx
P.S.
And for January only, itโs just ยฃ7 โ a small, beautiful investment in your heart.