Journalling and my faith are two big parts of my life, besides family and food, of course. My Dad was a huge journaller and reading his journals as I grew up meant that one day, I picked up one of my Mum’s old unused diaries and wrote, “Dear Diary,…” Thanks to Judy Blume’s books, I kept those two words as the start to each diary entry for a good while.
Ilare, Nigeria| July 2017
As I grew older, the idea of writing to a diary didn’t appeal to me, and as the God I serve became more real to me, “Dear Diary,…” gently transitioned into “Hey Lord,…” I learnt to talk to Him as a friend talks to a friends and in my teenage years, I laid bare most of my emotions, annoyances and ponderings on the pages of a random selection of hard and soft notebooks.
My Dad had also stressed the importance of quiettime, of getting to not just know of God, but to really know God for who He was and what He meant to me. So I tried out this concept of quiettime: taking time out of my day, especially in the mornings, before the break of day, and being still in the presence of God. I’ll have to look back on those journals to remember what my first quiettime was about, but I can say it and the quiettime entries that followed formed the person I am today.
Now my whole day is a quiettime as I have learnt (and am still learning) to listen for my God’s still, small voice. It may sound cliche, but I really do stop every now and then ask, “Are you there, Lord?” Sometimes, the noise and organised chaos that is life gets so loud and overly busy that it is hard too hear His tender voice comforting me, but I find that if I intentionally listen, I will hear Him. Always.
Till now all the words in black or blue have been lying quietly on the ivory pages of my many notebooks. Now they will jump from those pages to words in multiple drafts into published posts. And so. Welcome to Faith.