Remembering the Good Times: think on these things

Today someone asked me about my favorite childhood memory.  I am in my mid twenties now and so I have a little distance from the kiddy life, but as I thought back I had a hard time picking out a favorite memory. I am very blessed to have had the childhood experience that I had.  My parents made a great life for me and I thank God.  I got to travel, I got to make different friends, I got to camp, I got to play sports, I got to go to amusement parks, and I got to spend lots of time with lots of family. Bless the Lord.  When I thought back to some of the greatest moments of my life I almost started to cry.  I have been so bogged down by bad things that I almost forgot all of the good things that have happened to me by the grace of God.  Right this minute I vow to do everything I can to remember the good that God has done for me and the great life experiences that I have had.  It gets hard for me to remember the good when I have struggles, but it is those good times that remind me that good things can still happen.  There is hope for more wonderful experiences.  God is not done with my life, and my testimony is not complete.  This morning I had a great time with the Lord.   I sang to him my prayers and he released some things in me and released some things to me.  He gave me a book to write, and I started today.  I am amazed by God, but as I reflected on my day I almost forgot that quickly what happened this morning.  Even now I can feel myself struggling to hold on to the memory of my answered prayer and loving embrace from God today.  The Bible tells us to think on those things that are pure, and lovely, and perfect, and true, and of good report.  I want to do that more.  Maybe I'll start journaling my memories.  I want be able to tell the stories and pass them down to the next generation. Our stories are all that we have to tell who we are and how we see the world.  Lord may I never again forget your goodness or your grace.  Amen.

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