Dear Lord

    I remember my friends and I riding our bikes to the Woolworth store in downtown Napa.  We would buy a soda from the soda fountain then browse the store for our latest treasure. Mine came in a little brown leather book with the word diary written in gold on the cover. There was a clasp in the center of it with a key attached with string.
    I faithfully wrote in the diary every day. Writing down my dreams of the future or cry about my newest fight with a friend or my latest boy crush. That was 40 years ago and I still write down my latest dreams, feelings or thoughts on scraps of paper.
    I use to start my entries with two words, " Dear Diary". As years past writing dear diary seemed immature.  So, I then started each of my entries with, Dear Journal".  That seemed more grown up. Somewhere along the way, I started my entries with, " Dear Lord". It was at a time in my life where I felt very burdened.  Writing always gave me a sense of relief.  Just as praying to God and laying my burdens upon Him gave me relief. So my journal entries became letters to God.
    In my writings I do a lot of complaining, then a lot of soul searching.  By the conclusion of  each one of my letters however; I get this amazing sense of freedom. Like a giant weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Let go and let God. To Him all praise and glory.