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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Blog (10/20/11)

TITLE: Journals of My Life
By Leola Ogle


Blog? Blogging? How do I write about this? I donít really blog, unless posting on facebook is considered blogging.

Isnít blogging like journaling and keeping a diary? Iíve done plenty of that in my life. In fact, maybe Iíll read a few of my journals. Perhaps Iíll be inspired with something to write about.

{January 2, 1980: This journalís a gift from my friend, Sande. Iím anxious to get started writing about my life. My mostly mundane life.}

Sande! Such a dear friend . It wasnít too long after this that our lives took completely different paths. I and my kids stayed in church. She didnít.

{April 12,1980: I donít understand why we go through some things in life! I just donít understand!}

Well, that really hasnít changed much for me in the past thirty years. Thereís plenty I still donít understand. Iíve just learned to relax in Godís love, knowing Heís always in control.

{May 21, 1980: Kids! I wish I had never been a mother! All my kids do is fuss and fight! I canít take this anymore. I canít cope. I canít! I canít! I wish I could run away! Have peace and quiet with no yelling and screaming. I have tension headaches with pressure radiating throughout my entire skull!}

What? Oh, no, I did NOT write that! Next to Jesus, my family is my world! What was going on anyway? How old was I? 1980ÖI was thirty-two. Five kids and three were teenagers! That explains a lot. Still, I canít believe I wrote that. Good thing there wasnít blogging then. Imagine putting that out there in cyberspace for the world to read. Reminds me of some peopleís posts on facebook! I think Iíll just move forward to another month.

{July 24, 1980: Today I turned 32. I feel so old and decrepit. Ancient!}
Oh my! I canít stop laughing. So old? Decrepit? Ancient? Now Iím sixty-three and I donít even say that. Funny, silly thirty-two-year old me! I didnít have a clue.

{August 16, 1980: God, please help me reach my daughter. Sheís only fifteen and thinks she knows everything. So hateful and mouthy! Threatens to run away! Sometimes Iím so tired of not getting any rest, afraid sheíll run away in the night. Tonight I have to sleep. I donít care if she runs away! But of course I care, God, so I wonít sleep much!}

Do I want to read any further? I know whatís coming.

{August 30, 1980: Oh God! Oh God! Why??? This canít be happening! Please God! Please! Iíve tried my best to faithfully serve you. Why? Pregnant? Sheís only fifteen!! Oh God! Help us!}

Itís hard to remember now how I thought it was the end of the world! I look at my grandson, Ethan, his beautiful wife, and three children. What a blessing! We canít imagine not having them as part of our family! ButÖ.1980 was a hard year! Maybe Iíll read another year, one not so depressing.

{January 1, 1983: God, make me a blessings in 1983.}

Off to a good start. Iíll read further.

{January 4, 1983: On the road to California with Dixie to share Jesus with her sister-in-law whoís in the hospital dying of cancer. Help us reach her, Lord.}

I remember that trip. Mary accepted Jesus before we left.

{January 13, 1983: Our womenís group held our annual officersí election. I got voted in as president again. Thank you, God, for allowing me to serve You.}

I served in that position for many years. Iíve always loved ministering to women.

Ugh! Just read all of February. Not so good. All about someone who caused dissension and division in the church. I wish I could say things like that donít happen anymore, butÖchurch people are still flawed and imperfect. Maybe March is better.

{March 15, 1983: Iím so tired! Tired of my kids fighting, of babysitting, of never having enough money, of never getting enough rest. Tired!}

Duh! That couldíve been written by any young, frazzled mother. Did my kids really fight that much? Funny, I donít seem to remember that. I tend to only recall the fun and joy of being a mommy. And honestly, Iíd do it all again.

Do I want to read anymore from this stack of journals? Iím not finding much inspiration for the topic of Blog. Instead, Iím inspired to start blogging about Godís faithfulness through the years. Ironic how time and experience change our perspective on life!

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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/03/11
I was intrigued by your first sentence. I, also, don't quite understand blogs so I could relate to you.

I think you managed to creativity tackle the topic. It reminded me of my mom and her daily journaling.

I think the journal entries might have been more appealing to the eye had they been in italics.

The biggest problem I have is that you said the '80s were 30 years ago. Ridiculous! I graduated in 83 and it was just a few years ago! Wait I just did the math {blushing} Hmm now I can really relate to the MC! :)

Seriously it's a great message. Sometimes when we are in the midst of our overwhelming lives it's hard to see how God can turn the difficult into something amazing. I know my mom must have had a similar entry in her journal when I was pregnant at 18 but Emily turned out to be the best blessing ever.
Allison Egley 11/05/11
I like this. And idea of what blogs may have been like had they existed then. :)

I felt the ending was a bit weak. The journal entries were strong, so perhaps a closing journal entry would have been good after the last part. Maybe something like "Maybe I should read a few more..." and then included an entry as a closing remark. Just an idea.

Maybe I shouldn't say this, but I kept looking to see if you'd have an entry for the day of my birth... May 20, 1983. But you ended too soon. Nice job with this one. :)
Danielle King 11/07/11
Different and interesting. I like to hear about peoples lives, maybe because I'm nosy! I don't blog either so I just had to assume that the FW's blog was a good example to put me in the picture.
Theresa Santy 11/08/11
So sweet! I passed on reading this one a few times. (Big mistake! You know, how Julia Roberts says it in Pretty Woman, "Big mistake, Big!") Because I loved this. So personal, and meaningful. Absolutely unique.
C D Swanson 11/09/11
Beautiful job- very nicely written...and very realistic as well. It held my attention and brought across a good message. God Bless~
Noel Mitaxa 11/09/11
I like your honesty in your expression and in your rethinking as you allow God's rebuke/encouragement to take effect, but I guess us 1948 vintage people have a lot going for us anyway!
Robert Johnson11/11/11
I really liked your last paragraph as it changed to reflecting on God's goodness and guidance through all of the years of striff and remembering the joy instead of focusing on the often frantic pace of day to day living. Also, theres something about the hand written journal that's far more soothing to some of us than the keystrokes that go into a blog. Nice job, oh and by the way was 1983 really almost 30 years ago :)!!
Edmond Ng 11/15/11
A very candid approach on the topic! I enjoyed the read, the recollection of the near forgotten past in the journal, and especially the closing inspiration to start blogging about God's faithfulness through the years. An interesting read!