The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion”, says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.
Thought for the Day: God lets us remember.
The Memphis Annual Conference of the United Methodist Church took place last week. As we have lived in Georgia for the past 2 ½ years, it was a joy to make the drive to Paducah, KY, to see lifelong friends. A lot of hugs took place so my husband and I both felt very special. Both being United Methodist Preacher’s Kids (PKs), it was a great homecoming. One of our dear friends and his wife are both ordained Elders in the United Methodist Church, and he was a youth in one of the churches where my Daddy served – and he lived across the street from us. One of those special hugs came to me from John as I love seeing him at conference. But, he surprised me with the words, “Donna, did you know that we are living in the Fulton parsonage.” That was where we lived from my junior year in high school through my freshman year in college. As I took his statement in, I realized that my memory bank from those years began coming into clear view in my mind. It was like a gift had been opened and my past memories burst out of the box.
I immediately began sharing my thoughts as they came beginning with, “Have you checked the walls and door frames for small dents?” During our time in that parsonage, my brother received an electric wheelchair. For a period of time, as he adjusted to driving the wheelchair, a lot of bumping into door frames took place as he drove circles through the house. I understand the carpet had to be replaced when we moved. As my husband and I drove around the neighborhood after conference, I told him about the time my brother decided to take advantage of his independence (in his electric wheelchair) and began a trek around the block. After a period of time, we realized he was not in the house. We found him with his wheel stuck in a small hole beside the road. What a laugh we all had when we realized what he had done! What a memory!
One statement, one precious statement, “Donna, did you know that we are living in the Fulton parsonage?”, took me somewhere special. Over time, as I no longer have my parents and brothers, I have found that many of my memories have begun to fade. This experience caused so many memories to come clear in my mind, and to recognize that those memories are there – they just need a little jolt to come to light. Since my Daddy died 12 years ago, I have found that some memories have faded through pain in remembering. But now, I realize the joy in remembering can take a lot of the pain of life away.
Prayer: God, thank you for special friends and special memories. As we go through life and “life” takes us to new places, it is important to remember our past. Our past made us who we are and we are your children. Thank you for bringing our past memories to us as we remember those special times in our lives – those times You gave us. Amen.
Prayer Focus: Special Memories