There is something theraputic about writing in your journal, your hands crossing the page while words flow from the pen. I used to hate this commandment, and thought it was unnecessary. Now, suddenly, I crave it. Whenever I feel an emotion, my mind flees to my journal. When you run out of words to say, you draw pictures. Mostly stick figures, with captions to remember what you were thinking. It's funny to look back and see what you wrote, and what you drew. I look forward to showing my kids one day.