My Letters to God
As the year begins to wind down, I find myself in a season of reflection. Writing in my journal has become a source of great joy for me, allowing me to slow down and truly see the path I'm on. This intentional pause brings clarity and helps me appreciate the ways I’ve grown over the past months.
Journaling has been my way of expressing my deepest thoughts, dreams, and desires, but it’s more than just putting pen to paper. I write letters to God, beginning with "My dearest Papa" and closing with "Your love, Merline." This practice, which I started years ago, has become a deeply personal form of prayer, a way to communicate who I am and who I hope to become. Through these letters, I find the words to capture the moments that shape me.
For me, journaling is like writing letters to heaven. Life is full of highs and lows, and there are times when things feel confusing or overwhelming. But when I write, I feel heard by God, and I’m reminded that I’m never alone. His presence is close, like a comforting friend nearby.
Journaling will always be one of my cherished lifestyle, a practice that aligns with my love for slow living. It helps me process life in a way that feels true to who I am and allows me to keep growing, one page at a time.
Kòm ane a ap pwoche nan bout li, mwen jwenn tèt mwen nan yon sezon refleksyon. Ekri nan jounal mwen vin tounen yon sous gwo jwa pou mwen, pèmèt mwen pran tan pou ralanti epi vrèman wè chemen mwen ye a. Pwofonde sa a ak entansyon pote klète epi ede m apresye jan mwen grandi pandan mwa ki sot pase yo.
Ekri nan jounal se fason m pou m eksprime panse ki pi fon, rèv, ak dezi m yo, men li plis pase jis mete plim sou papye. Mwen ekri lèt pou Bondye, kòmanse ak "Papa renmen mwen" epi fini ak "Renmen w toujou, Merline." Pratik sa a, ke mwen te kòmanse gen kèk ane de sa, tounen yon fòm lapriyè pèsonèl, yon fason pou m kominike kiyès mwen ye ak kiyès mwen swete vin. Atravè lèt sa yo, mwen jwenn mo ki ka kenbe moman sa yo ki fòme m.
Pou mwen, ekri nan jounal se tankou ekri lèt pou syèl la. Lavi plen ak monte desann, e gen moman kote bagay yo parèt konfizyon oswa twòp pou mwen. Men lè m ekri, mwen santi Bondye koute m, e mwen sonje mwen pa janm pou kont mwen. Prezans li pre, tankou yon zanmi konfòtab ki toupre m.
Ekri nan jounal ap toujou rete youn nan rityèl mwen pi renmen, yon pratik ki aliman ak lanmou mwen pou viv avèk dousè. Li ede m trete lavi yon fason ki fidèl ak kiyès mwen ye, epi pèmèt mwen kontinye grandi, youn paj apre lòt.
