Dear Diary…

Excerpts from the pages of the diary I’ve kept since I was 12.

Journal Entry: Saturday, December 28, 1996

Dear Diary,

Christmas went well. I got lots of nice things. The best part was Granny’s fur coat. She was so surprised! It was fun.

Back to today, I guess it was O.K. I only wished today I was a boy. I get teased so much. Oh well, I guess maybe I was being stupid. I don’t know. Maybe I should try the “ornament of a meek and quiet spirit!” Just not try to get attention. Yes, I will try that tomorrow.

-Kathleen – 1996

Journal Entry: February 18, 1997

Today I know I wasn’t a lot like Jesus. I want to be so much! Tomorrow I’m getting up at 6:30 a.m. I want to spend time with Jesus.

Journal Entry: June 10, 1998

Nobody was there (at church). But we saw some sheep grazing on the base! They went right through the back of the church. The sherpherd sheph shepherd told Dad something, but Dad didn’t understood him. Oh well.

-Kathleen – 1998

Journal Entry: July 21, 1999

I had trouble with my Math today. I went with Dynamic Bible Living until after lunch. I am enjoying it. Dad said that I should study Pastoral Theology. I almost wish I could. Not that I would be a pastor or anything, but it would be nice.

We had 14 in church. It was a great service. Instead of the 8th commandment, Dad preached on Gebet (prayer). He said sometimes we pray without real trust. That’s me, I thought in surprise. Dad said prayer was sometimes a monologue, but it should be a dialogue. That’s me too, I thought. My prayer time was getting to be a ritual, but I don’t want it that way. I’m working on it.

August 20, 1999

I played the keyboard tonight. I messed up on every song. I asked Klaudia to pray for me and I know she will. Flo, Sascha, and Jessika were all there. Dad preached on the 10th Commandment. It was a great message.

Kathleen – 1999

Monday, January 27, 2003

I got my first critique back from the Institute of Children’s Lit. In between the lines, I read, “Your story stinks.” But the instructor in reality was very nice and objective. I told Mom I’d better be a nurse because I won’t make any money writing.

I need to depend on God. Every aspect of life is looming before me like block thundercloud. My faith longs to be tested, and when it is tired, I pray it will stand. Life is about ups and downs, I guess. Right now is a down, but God leads in every thing. I just want to please Him with the core of my being. Every breath, every though, every Word I write, I want it to please God.

“For without faith, it is impossible to please Him.” -Hebrews