Around January or February of most years I pull out Volume 15 and let myself trip down memory lane to the little road in Provo, Utah where we first met. Then I remember that God is still just as interested in me and my life today as He was then. He cares about the very details of my days and my actions. He is still watching over me today. I need Him. I need His strength.
If I hadn't already had the habit of keeping a journal I'm sure I wouldn't have picked that busy season of my life to start. I would have missed all those details and with my bad memory the sweetness of those experiences would be lost.
Note to self...get back into the habit. It is much harder to keep up with 7 little people demanding 25 hours worth of your time every day, but I have to do it. It is what keeps me sane a lot of times. It's where I spill my heart out and really get to think through issues and calm my mind enough to hear God's Spirit.