A dear friend of mine and I discussed this journal issue several years ago. We shared where our journals were and decided we were to get each other's journals after we died and toss 'em. We need to address this again because we were half joking/half serious.

Another friend and I were discussing journals and ended up having a laughing attack. Here's why: my journal sits in a basket in our kitchen with my Bible, prayer folder, and a few other things. I don't believe a soul has ever cracked it. Everyone is so wrapped up in their own lives they probably don't realize it exists...which I think is healthy, but so funny. If my husband or children had their journals sitting in the kitchen I'm afraid I'd have to peek. Am I nosey, or what?