I have had the blessing of seeing the heart of my girls through our time in Journals. Some people have prayer journals, and some have journals they take notes in from sermons they have heard, and or the famously wonderful journals that records all the funny things that happened along the way to our families (my favorite to read aloud on long road trips).
When I was young, I had a diary. Oh the pity parties I threw between the covers of that book. It makes me sad to think my children and grandchildren would read my unchecked jealous, covetousness thoughts.
I did struggle when I was younger and writing it down didn't solve anything. I had no way of gaining understanding and wisdom on how to handle all sorts of situations through this one sided entry. Being in a non Christian home, a diary was a secret thing. Something you did under your covers, late a night and maybe when you were upset.
Now that I am a Christian, Isaiah 55:8 comes to mind which says,