Reading my old writings from years ago made me smile, laugh and sometimes pause. Some were funny, some emotional, some dramatic … but always honest.
Back in 2011, I imagined God bowling during thunderstorms…lightning was His strike, thunder the angels’ applause and the rain?
A little sad when He missed! Even then, I was turning fear into imagination and finding comfort in playfulness.
I also wrote small, earnest prayers…asking for help with my diet, hoping to resist temptation and promising myself to exercise.
And yet, I also had my fears of darkness, uncertainty and the things I could not see. Writing about them helped me process these small, quiet anxieties.
Reflection: Reading this now, I smile at my younger self…playful, curious and already searching for comfort and meaning in small ways.
