Sometimes it’s difficult not to look back with heartfelt longing at what once was…to want to return and relive our sweetest and most meaningful memories.
Today was one of those sort of dreamy days when I look back with wistful eyes at some of those significant childhood moments…and I must remind myself that I’m not that child anymore. Those days have served their purpose, and they have passed into history…for better or for worse.
While there is a part of me that would summon them back—a part of me that wants to curl up in the big armchair and be a child again in my mother’s arms, or spend an hour out in the garden picking beans with all my little siblings yammering around me in the heat and occasionally breaking out into tomato-splattering competitions (there’s a reason our barn was always red)—I must submit to the fact that while those moments have left an indelible mark on my character and my person, they’re not a part of my current reality…and God knew what He was doing when He planned life that way.
And so we’re called to move forward with both eyes eagerly and expectantly fixed on the path that stretches away into the distance before us, all the while acknowledging that we’ve been shaped, chiseled, molded, and strengthened by all that lies behind us…
But be that as it may…I think I’m gonna go get a big Snickers bar and whip out my old journals tonight to take a walk down memory lane.
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