living gratefully :: remember

Parts of my story are dust-covered.

I've wanted to tuck those parts away. Out of sight.

Yet, I always Remember.

Always.

The parts that hurt the most have left wounds tattooed heart-organ deep.

Pain has been minimized, though not entirely ceased.

The *whirl and twirl* of my living makes the hurting less so.

Yet, there are times when I come face-to-face with another soul and my story comes out of hiding. Dust is shaken off and cobwebs brushed off.

I creak a little in the telling and drops of watery tears put out the fire that burns in the aching hurt.

But every time I tell it--the hard parts--
the remembering shows me {Grace}, and the most amazing love.

So incredible. So hard to define. And truly even harder to deny.

And this remembering, it becomes my gratitude. This is my worship.

Today's post is part of my friend, Lisa-Jo's fun challenge each Friday to 

     "Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... 

     Unscripted and unedited...

     Without worrying if it's just right or not."

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The Gift of Memories

They really are such a gift.  Memories.

Sometimes I am haunted by them and other times they make me spontaneously laugh-out-loud or smile as though someone is seated right next to me and talking with me.

Either way, memories are a gift.  They help us grow.

Over time we recall certain times in our lives and our minds manipulate the once-was, and it's almost as though we get a re-do at that moment.  We can choose to edit how it really went by thinking of how we might have done things differently.  Or we can think about how we've grown from the experience just the way it was.

For me, it's as though I'm unwrapping gifts each day as my mind recalls dozens and dozens of moments.  I tell my son stories of my growing up years - of the time before I was ever a Mama.  Sometimes I think I've forgotten all there is and I confess that I can't think of a story.  Then there are those out-of-the-blue moments when it's as though flood gates were opened and memories pour through.

The mind is amazing.  Simply amazing.  And if we are able to recall memories that bring us back to yester-year, it's really such a gift.  One of the greatest to be counted.  Truly.