Once again, I find myself in a new season.

A season of just me and the man I married almost 25 years ago.

Full circle.

It started with us, and I guess here we are again. Just the two of us.

We are finding our rhythm. Slowly, but surely.

Everything is new right now.

We pulled into the parking lot overflowing with parents and teenagers.

My stomach was in a gigantic knot as young college kids were directing us where to park.

“You have one hour to unload,” the scrawny college kid tells us as we crack the window open to hear him.

Great, I am thinking. One hour. How in the world will we unload my daughter’s new life in her dorm in just an hour?

45 minutes later, we scurry to the car for the last load of her things.

I hear a huge pop in the sky.

Looking up, I see a rain cloud hovering right over us.

Since I was a very small girl, I remember writing in a journal. My earliest memory of a journal was a light blue notebook with a rainbow on the front of it.

The journal had a little lock and key on it that held all of my deepest thoughts, dreams and prayers.

Not much has changed. I still write in a prayer journal every single day.

Keeping track of prayers, praises, hardships, joys, God moments….those journals are filled up and then some.

These journals are a reminder to my heart of God’s Faithfulness. If I do not write it down, I am afraid my feeble mind and heart will forget.