[Journal from a changed heart]

Wow. It's been awhile since I've been in this place again. Do you still remember me? Or has my voice became the last whisper, words you can't hear, yet there is a burning desire to know and conceal in your heart somehow wishing it would stay to help you remain sane?
I've changed a lot since I last wrote in here. Or maybe I haven't changed but my perspectives have? Or vice versa? But I'm still Julia, a faint voice reminds me in the inside of my innermost darkness, the covers of my fear, trying to remember who I once was. Experience has molded me, but God's Grace has refined me. Bad news shook me, but the sweet moments of bliss has kept me together. Rejection has scarred me, God's Salvation has healed me. Though I am weak, there is a blessed assurance running through the veins of my hurt body. Though I am struck down, somehow I know things will be okay. Somehow, in the midst of trials and tears, reflections and rejections, harvests and hard times, I'm able to look back at my wondering self and smile. It's all in His Plan.