He wrote it down

Morning Watch
August 31, 2025 — 5:14 a.m.
 
He Wrote It Down

My wife gave me her father’s journal. Not much in it—just a few entries, mostly following prompts. But he wrote in it. That’s what stays with me.
He didn’t embellish. He didn’t explain. He showed up.
A few names. A few feelings. A note about the weather.
It’s not the content—it’s the act. He answered the questions. He marked the day.
That tells me what mattered to him: presence, rhythm, care.
There’s a kind of reverence in that. Not performance. Not legacy. Just quiet attention.
He didn’t write to be remembered. He wrote because it was time to write.
And now I’m holding it—not just the journal, but the rhythm he kept.
The way he honored the day by naming it.
Luke 16:10 comes to mind: “Whoever is faithful in a very little is faithful also in much.”
He was faithful in little.
And Proverbs 20:5—“The purpose in a man's heart is like deep water, but a man of understanding will draw it out.”
I’m drawing it out now. Not by interpreting, but by listening.
This journal isn’t a record of achievement. It’s a record of presence.
And that’s enough.
It reminds me that showing up matters.
Even when there’s not much to say.
Even when the page stays mostly blank.