When the Journals Disappeared

I have been scanning journals for quite a while now. Last night, as I finished what I thought was my last journal to scan, I discovered that my main folder containing all of the previous scans was gone. After much research, I learned the files could not be recovered.

As I sat reflecting on what had happened, something quietly dawned on me. Those journals are part of my journey, but they may not be necessary for the beginning of this book.

You see, writing this book has felt like a task I would need help with. I believed those journals held the answers. But the words in those journals came from within, just as the words for this book will come from within.

As I was thinking about this, these words were given to me:

Take your time before you start.
Quiet your mind.
Listen to your heart.

Perhaps I had become a little too ambitious in believing I needed every journal at my fingertips. Maybe they are meant to be a source of inspiration, but not the source itself.

The writing I am doing now is new. It belongs to this moment.

So as I begin writing today, I can’t help but believe those missing files left me with one simple reminder:

Keep moving forward. Keep looking forward. Work in faith.