Memories........I have often tried to figure out how to hold on to a memory as if I could bottle it up and open it at any time so that it would flood my mind in such a way that it was never lost. Okay, so most of you who know me well know that I come up with some "unusual" ideas. But truly I have thought of this many times. Perhaps with the recent knowledge of how memories can completely disappear, I have revisited this idea. And perhaps because of this God is speaking to me in a different way. Live, child breathing in the moment. Live, child perhaps today is the last moments of any day you have.
first of December we hosted the annual Marble Christmas ornament
exchange. We had a raging snowstorm all day and the phone rang
constantly asking if it was still on or not. I told everyone I would be
there to greet anyone who came. I set the fellowship hall up for the
people to come. Some of the ladies who came early to help looked
skeptical at my preparations. But 25 of the 35 who responded that they
would come showed up in the still raging snow. But more than that it was
the laughter and noise of conversation and the stealing of ornaments
and the taste of food that made the event. God was in the laughter and
in the joy and yes in the snow. To be aware of that is better than
holding forever the memory, isn't it?
December 15th we had the
after-church treats in the parsonage. Every decoration was up and all
the Christmas dishes out. The food awaited. Then 30 some people filed
through our small but open home. There were oohs and ahhs over this
certain decoration or that. Again the sounds of God's people filling our
home. There were private conversations going on in different areas of
people caring for the needs of others. God was in our midst, in our
hearts celebrating with us. To be aware of that is better than holding
forever the memory, isn't it?
Eve I again presented the character of Mary's Mother during our evening
candlelight service. I had lived with her as I developed her for two
months, memorizing scripture after scripture. That evening as I stepped
out to present her, I felt the power of the Holy Spirit fill me giving
the character meaning far beyond what she had started out. Then the
lighting of the candles during Silent Night reminded us that Light had
come in the midst of darkness. God was with us, Emanuel fulfilled. To be
aware of that is better than holding forever the memory, isn't it?
I ask you the question, "Isn't it?" I am now well aware that memories
can slip away from a mind forever. But God is!!!!!! So perhaps living
each moment whether the moment is a good moment or a devastating moment
is more important for our lives, realizing that God is in every moment,
never forsaking us even when our minds can no longer hold even the
simplest of memories.......To be aware of that is better than holding
forever the memories, isn't it?