It's been another blank journal period. The kind that sneaks up on me, and I lose the ability to write. And honestly, writing, for me, is crucial. Writing is how I process what I'm going through in life. If I'm not keeping up on my journal, I tend to sink farther and deeper into a bleak and listless funk.
It's been a couple months since I really sat down and wrote what I was feeling or doing. It needs to change. If I don't get my feelings channeled into words on a page (or screen), then I just internalize away and lose focus of who is more important in life: Eric and Caleb.
I think I have been coasting by, lost in books and tv shows. I haven't been involved in a really good Bible study since the early spring, and I'm sure that has a lot to do with it as well. If I'm not grounded at least weekly, if not daily, in some serious study, I quickly turn back into the unintentional, selfish person I want so badly to not be.
Next month I'll be starting two heavy studies: Beth Moore's Breaking Free, and Dallas Willard's The Divine Conspiracy. I'm extremely excited to dig into both. I crave knowledge, I crave understanding. I am certain this fall will be a big growth period, as a Christian, as a human being.