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Journaling and Ashlee's parents

So I have become quite lazy with my blogs, I am sorry for that. But my journals are full to the brim. i officially started my fifth journal here in Chile, crazy huh? I was explaining to Ashlee that journalling has become my coping mechanism. Closely related to a defense mechanism, but more on the coping and less on the defensive side. It is just that there are times when I NEED my journal. Not that most of the journal entries are about these horrible things, most of them are just reflective. But when a time arises that I need to express either pain or disapointment, I better have my journal close by. Anyways, the point of this story is... I guess there is no point.
Ashlee's parents sent her a HUGE box filled with fun stuff, including Easter candy! So we have been eating peeps and See's chocolate bunnies, watching Napoleon Dynamite, and trying to figure out what to do with the 7 washclothes that were sent. Her parents are so awesome. I really admire them. Like Ashlee always has stories of people that lived with her family for a while because they were refugees and homeless or for some reason they needed the shelter. Her parents seem to always be serving God in little ways and in big ways. They are totally an inspiration to me. I hope someday that if I have money I can use it the way they do.

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Chris Shotwell said…
I've recently begun using journalling too... it's a GREAT coping mechanism! And it feels much safer than expressing our feelings verbally; we can be completely honest with ourselves and get all the thoughts out of our congested minds and onto paper.
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