The Journal

Friendship. 

It’s one of the greatest joys and most profound responsibilities of parenting. We have the privilege of cultivating relationships with the children God has given to us.

Read the rest of this article at In The Quiver, where I’m guest posting today – sharing a conversation-sparking tradition that spans three generations. Please stop by for a visit and join the conversation!

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Something shimmery caught my eye as I entered the room. An iridescent journal lay on my bed. I smiled.

This is no ordinary journal–it’s an ongoing conversation. My tween daughter and I take turns writing notes to each other and then leaving the journal on the other person’s bed.

My own mom started this journaling tradition years ago when I was single and traveling the country with a ministry team. She gave me a new journal, inscribed with these words, “I thought it would be fun to write in this journal and send it back and forth. It seems like it would be a neat ‘keepsake.’”

Keepsake it is. Fifteen years later, I still treasure the record of words mailed back and forth across the country. She wrote about my little sister getting braces, described trips she and my dad took and expressed her surprise over my unexpected visit home…

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  1. beckielindsey says:

    I had separate journals for all three of my kids that we took turns writing in (2 sons and a daughter). Of course, my daughter and I continued much longer than the boys. This is one of my most treasured memories!
    Thanks for sharing! I’m going to go look for my journals now 🙂

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