Journaling is wonderful. Writing memoir is helpful. But in and of itself, it is not enough.
It’s not enough to erase the pain.
It’s not enough to heal the wounds.
It’s not enough to deliver me from all my sufferings.
It’s not enough to give me peace.
It’s not enough to save me.
It’s not enough to wash away the memories.
It’s not enough to heal the hurt.
It’s not enough to fix me.
Writing is a gift. But it’s not my salvation.
When times are hard and it feels like the entire host of hell is stirred up against me, running to writing doesn’t fix it. It doesn’t fix it for me because it wasn’t meant to. There is only One that can fix it, and His name is Jesus.
He binds up my brokenness and saves me from my crushing pain. He heals my wounds and anoints me with the oil of gladness. He is the only One I have.
These are the words my soul needs to live by. In them I’ll find my peace.
What words of encouragement do you live by?