Just Remember.
Today FB showed me some memories from assorted years. Oh!
They were good ones, too. Then saw a post by my sister-by-another-mother,
Sharon Dickerson. It talked about how hard it is this time of year for those
who can remember real family gatherings when we were all younger, happier,
healthier, or at least all of us tried to get together as a family—or even with
friends. Yep, the different reasons we gathered were not nearly as important as
having your brother, your sons, your grandchildren where you could tease them
and give them hugs. And for whatever reason we can no longer be with those
folks, it has a sting to it that makes life a little bit harder to appreciate.
About the only thing that we can do to make more memories is to remember that
when “two or more are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of
them.” [Matthew 18:20] If we remember His name, we will be building memories of
love—especially if we are sharing that love.
Love does not prevent tears. Good works (giving love to
others in whatever way we can) will not take away sorrows. No amount of sharing
sorrows or fears or being counseled can shove the problems of life under a rock
in a deep river. When we fall over a heap of our regrets and shudder over our frailties,
we are not helping anyone at all. But we can—truly are able—to change our point
of view. We are never walking alone in this life if we allow Him to walk with
us. But we need to learn to trust Him in all ways, every single day. This life
can be a mess of scary situations, of lonely days, of dark nights, and our own
mental and emotional hangups. But we have been promised a love that shelters,
encompasses, lifts, and rejuvenates us. If God could give His only son because
of His love for you, the least you can do is accept it with your best attempt
at understanding that love. We are not always going to have a glad heart. We
are only humans. But we can be grateful for His word that tells us that we are
loved.
May you all have His peace this night. You are certainly
loved.
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