“The saddest thing about life is you don’t remember half of it. You don’t even remember half of the half of it.”
“I have this friend Bob who writes down everything he remembers........ He said he captures memories, because if he forgets them, it’s as though they didn't happen; it’s as though he hadn't lived the parts he doesn't remember.”
-Donald Miller, A Million Miles In A Thousand Years
It is so true how easily we forget some memories. I can easily remember the day I got married, the day my children were born, the storms in my life, and the day my PapPap died. I can read some books and quote them and others I have difficulty remembering: other than if I enjoyed them or not. I love to write. I use to journal a lot more of my life. In the difficult times I have journal-ed more. I need to make sure that I document all the good times too.
Which reminds me, today my daughter and I were walking to school and she said,”Mama I’m Coldielocks, get it?” I said, “Yes I get it,” and giggled. (It was pretty stinking cold out)
A few weeks back, maybe even a month ago, while my grandma was staying with us, my son really cracked me up. He had just taken a shower and walked past grandma and me in the living room, to put up his dirty clothes. I said, “Wow you smell good. You smell like your dad. Did you use his bath wash? You better watch it, you might have girls chasing you on the playground.” My sons reply, “It only lasts eight hours.” My grandma and I started laughing and I remembered that on the bottle of body wash it reads, Old Spice Swagger 8 Hours. (He had done the math. I’m sure his teacher would be proud.)
Maybe we should all take the time to write down something good about everyday or sweet and silly things that happen to us throughout each week. It would be good reading on a rainy day.
Peace, love, and Jesus,
helmschick --out
Be anxious for nothing.
Be anxious for nothing.
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