You know, a while back, I found an empty journal-looking thing. I wanted to use it, but I didn't like how the cover looked.
A few months later, I found the journal and seemed to not care about what the cover looked like. I opened it, and I flipped through it, and the pages were so white, clean, and crisp. I love the smoothness of a blank sheet of paper- this journal wasn't even lined paper, it was just blank.
What could I possibly DO with the thousands of papers? My default thought is automatically: "I'm going to write a song." But now that I think about it, I could totally do THOUSANDS of things with that peice of paper. Gah, it's such a simple thought but it still gets me thinking.
And because the journal has lots and lots of blank pages in it, if I mess up on whatever I decide to do with the papers, I can just throw the paper away and start over on the next page. Hmm...
I know I may go a bit crazy with the symbolism sometimes, but I really feel like this is a good representation of something-- my life. My life is the journal. There's always blank sheets of paper, and there's thousands of things I can do with it. And if I mess up, God'll just provide a new piece of paper to write on- scribble on- whatever.
I learned something similar to this when from a past church I use to go to. We learned about how, in coloring books, you color and go wild; and if you go outside the lines or mess up, you can just flip to the next paper.
What am I gonna do with my life? How will I represent God on my paper, how will I bring glory to Him?
What the heck am I gonna write on those blank pieces of paper?!
I'll let you know when I find out.
--Chrissy Z
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