“Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.”—Psalm 62:8

I arise each morning, toss on my fluffy robe, grab a cup of coffee, and head to my “Jesus Chair”, as my friend, Karen, calls it. It’s a pretty chair in my parlor where I meet each morning with God, journal in hand, devotional book, and Bible.

Sleep didn’t come easily last night as I tossed and turned. There’s so much to think about, worry about, figure out: the kids, our ministry, our future, my goals and dreams. I knew Papa and I would have a lot to talk about.

I start with my journal and write, “Dear Papa”. It’s my name for God. It’s a term of endearment which represents security, comfort, unconditional love, and intimacy. Someone taught me long ago the power of keeping a journal and the discipline of getting all the feelings out. It’s something I’ve practiced for over two decades. I start with all the things on my heart and I pour it all out: My honest fears; Papa listens. My temper tantrum; Papa doesn’t mind. My furrowed, angry brow: Papa understands. My pitfall sin and shortcomings; Papa still loves me. My wasted worry and doubt; Papa knows I trust Him.