The other day I was sitting with my almost 4 year old niece and nephew. I was trying to comfort one of them after they got hurt and so I began to tell them stories. I began to recall memories of when their dad (my brother) and I were little. I told them of the time he accidentally closed a door on my foot and about the games we used to play. It comforted them and it made them laugh. As I think about this sweet encounter with two of my favorite little ones, I am almost brought to tears. Good tears, happy tears; because this is what I love about stories. This is why I desire to capture what memories I can through photos and journals. This is why I want to help others record their stories.
Someday I
will get to sit with my kids and tell them about falling in love with
their father. I love the idea of getting to share what the Lord has
done in my life for generations to come. I want His love to flow
through everything I do and I want to be a reminder of the
faithfulness of the Lord. This is what memory-keeping does. This
is story-telling. There is so much power in our stories.
We have a
responsibility to generations to come. We have a responsibility to
ourselves. If we don't find ways to share our stories, we leave
pages out of the greater story that God desires to tell. The Lord
desires for us to pass down stories of His faithfulness. We are to
tell others about who He is and I believe that the greatest way of
doing this is by recording what He has done. I want to leave my
story for my children and my grandchildren to read.
I cherish
the moments I get to sit with my niece and nephew and tell them of
the greatness of the Lord. This is my desire; this is my passion.
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