Memories to cherish
Memories to bury
Memories so heartwarming, unforgettable and ever vivid
Stories that talk about our journey thus far.
The experiential knowledge of the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.
So special is this memory that it won’t be discarded.
On bended knees, there were tears and the speaking of an unknown tongue. Perhaps, shutting up would make the gift vanish.
In the shop, all alone and the beauty gushing out from deep within.
The day at the altar to say the vows
So special in all sort of ways.
Finally, we’ve found each other and are sealing it.
Looking to forever together.
The forever without challenges.
Don’t they say love will conquer all?
So hopeful were we that nothing would destroy this happiness that we had found.
Good memories which remind us of God’s faithfulness.
How about memories of the mess?
The one that is buried at the bottom of the soul where no one can access.
In the dark, with the man, doing things we know we aren’t supposed to.
Memories so dark we even wish God wouldn’t see. Even if He has seen, we pray He forgets
So shameful we try to bury.
The bad memory?
The day we got so disappointed or sad and wept bitterly.
Why me? Why us? Why him?
This had us casting out all demons and hoped they are only nightmares to which we shall soon wake up from.
Life is a journey and the beautiful gift of memory is what God has given to us.
To remind us of what He has done in the past and would do if we walk with Him.
When we were fearful, He showed up.
When we thought it was difficult, He made it happen.
In our happiest moments, His presence was there with us.
Good or bad, journal those experiences. They will serve a bigger purpose.
No matter how patchy those memories may be, they lead us to God’s bigger plan.