On a day not to long ago a purchase to be made required me to go back through cities I grew up in. My oldest grandson traveled with me not only on the roads, but back through a life time. All along the way memories were shared and questions answered.Going home our final stop was the house I grew up in. Of course my heart was attached to years of memories, but to my grandson it was more about the stories I would tell him. As a little girl I ran and played in the yard, my mother and daddy lived and laughed here, my brother and sister were part of my life here and even the visits from grandparents were recalled. Most important to my grandson would be that this was the house I lived in when I started seeing his Pappy. Of course these memories are not really about the house, but the people who were loved so much in a life time. This is when I realized memories can be shared but never given away.
This I recall to my mind. Therefore I have hope.
The Lord's lovingkindnesses indeed never cease. For His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3: 21-23
