Precious Words

I'll be the first to admit that sometimes, Sundays are difficult for me. I have several projects and tasks running through my head, and having a day off is truly a blessing, but also hard to accomplish - because I want to go-go-go. Luckily, I have a pretty unshakable goal of keeping the Sabbath. No working, no writing, no plotting. I want my focus to be on the Savior and spiritual things. :)

So as I sat to ponder my evening tonight, I chose to continue my journey of typing up old journals. And as I did so, and backtracked through my Facebook profile, I realized something I'd strangely forgotten: back in 2010, I had a blog, and I posted almost every day. I saw link after link and finally, a title really intrigued me, so I went to read it. And to my dismay, this popped up:

I vaguely remembered deleting it, because it had a lot of personal information, but I also just couldn't quite believe it. I'm a very sentimental person, and the idea that I'd let that go without saving it seemed ridiculous, so I began my hunt. I searched my laptop to no avail and moved on to my external hard-drive, where I found a file with several posts, but not all of them. Yes, it was something, but still - my gut told me there had to be more. And then I remembered.

Thanks to Google, I found out what the extension is for an exported blog file (it's .xml by the way), and plugged that into my search bar. Low and behold, I found it - marked with a date from 2011, and lots of html that made no sense to me. When I imported it into a new blog, I was beyond grateful to see every bit of text and picture return to the screen - and it's been a blast to see and read it all again. :)

Now days, I'm always careful to copy my blogs into my journal pages, because they mean a lot to me. But I don't think I realized just how much until I faced the loss of these old words. They were so detached from me that I hardly remembered them, but I still needed them ... because words are precious to me. They're priceless to me. And when they take me back to old times, to old versions of myself, I'm so grateful. I'm grateful for who I was, what I went through, but most importantly ... I'm grateful for who I am today. It hasn't been easy - ever, but goodness knows that it's been more than worth it. And I hope it stays that way.

So this is me thanking God for the simple things - even as small as a tiny file of words - because they can change so much. The Lord's tender mercies are truly great.

Happy Sunday, my dear friends. I send you my love, and I hope you've felt the Spirit as I have today. Goodnight!

Bonnie Gwyn