Memories

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Memories are part of human existence. We remember many, many things. Some good, some bad. Memories help us know what may be dangerous so we avoid such things in the future. Other memories are pleasant, food we ate that tasted good, that we want to eat again sometime. Some take us back to happier times in our lives. Maybe when something is upsetting, a person thinks back on a happier event to escape the current situation. I do that a lot when something triggers memories of losing my parents. Since I have been needing to do a lot of work at their house, sorting things out, the pain of loss can get pretty intense at times. But, I see things that bring back happier thoughts and those help push the unpleasant memories away, bringing me joy, instead of sorrow.

So many things can trigger memories, certain locations that for one reason or another are associated with pleasant and unpleasant memories. Theaters, restaurants, stores, parks, cemeteries, stretches of highway, songs, photos, certain pieces of clothing that someone used to wear or bought for you, aromas (they claim the sense of smell is one of the most powerful in triggering memories, that’s why realtors either use cookie scented air fresheners or put a pan of cookies in the oven when having an open house, so people will think about childhood, gramma, mom, feelings that say home and happiness) many small, seemingly insignificant objects can do that. Many times we can’t really control when the memories surface. Sometimes something doesn’t stimulate memories, other times, the same thing will trigger powerful memories. Sometimes, that happens when I don’t want it to happen. Some are happy, joyful memories while others are painful. A couple things for me is driving past a Church’s Chicken Restaurant, my mother loved Church’s Chicken and we would get that often; a park in town where we would go as children and feed the fish; a golf course where we used to go to watch fireworks displays; the river bridge, my mother hated driving over bridges; the smell of meat, my dad was a meat cutter and we worked together for several years, the aroma fresh cut pork and beef remind me of him; stores, mercy sakes stores, she would drag my brother and I along and her favorite stores were K-mart and Woolco when I was growing up, just driving by them triggers memories; the green houses too, she loved flowers. So many locations, items, aromas, I was going through a box of things at their house the other day, dropped a bottle of the perfume she always wore and it definitely took me back to childhood, some of the clothing in the closet that were her favorites and she wore often do as well, I could go on and on listing things but, I think you folks get the gist of it.

One thing for certain, a person cannot escape their memories, many try through all kinds of methods. Some use drugs or alcohol, some try to replace the memories with new memories only to find that the new memories don’t displace old memories, they are just different memories, one thing I did was to avoid facing memories, I tried avoiding thinking about things, found busy things to keep me occupied. Unfortunately, the busy didn’t occupy my mind completely and memories still popped into my mind at times.

Other times, memories are elusive. I can think of something I need to do, start to go do that thing, and when I get to where I was going, maybe into the kitchen, I forget completely why I went in there. There were times in school, taking a test that I had studied hard for and knew the material well. But, while taking the test there will be a question, I started to answer and…….nothing, I could not remember the answer at all. NOTHING in my brain could jar that memory loose. I would skip the question, go to the rest of them, get finished with the test, go back and see if I could remember the answer. Sometimes I could, other times, still nothing. I would put something down. If a multiple choice test, at least the right answer was there and I had a chance to get it correct, but if an essay or fill in the blank question, sometimes I just put something down, not knowing if it was correct, but hoping for maybe partial credit. I would recheck other parts of the test, hoping that I would be able to remember the answer, sometimes would work, sometimes not. Eventually, the time would run out or I would give up, figuring after that much effort, if I couldn’t remember the answer, I wasn’t going to so I would turn in the test. Only to no more than walk out the door and suddenly, I remembered the answer. AND, could not get the test back to correct my error. Yes, memories are interesting parts of humans.

But, God has purpose for memories, like I said, they aid in survival. They help in hard emotional times as well as times of spiritual need too.

God also remembers and He wants us to remember things as well.

14 And it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud:
15 And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh.
16 And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the earth.

Genesis 9:14-16

 

But I will for their sakes remember the covenant of their ancestors, whom I brought forth out of the land of Egypt in the sight of the heathen, that I might be their God: I am the LORD. Leviticus 26:45

 

And thou shalt remember all the way which the LORD thy God led thee these forty years in the wilderness, to humble thee, and to prove thee, to know what was in thine heart, whether thou wouldest keep his commandments, or no. Deuteronomy 8:2

 

6 He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee,
7 Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.
8 And they remembered his words,
9 And returned from the sepulchre, and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest.

Luke 24:6-9

 

And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me. Luke 22:19

 

But, even more than the remembering things, or instructing us to remember things, God forgets things and wants us to forget some things as well.

For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more. Hebrews 8:12

 

And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more. Hebrews 10:17

 

And they shall teach no more every man his neighbour, and every man his brother, saying, Know the LORD: for they shall all know me, from the least of them unto the greatest of them, saith the LORD: for I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more. Jeremiah 31:34

 

Yes, God has things he wants us to remember. He also remembers things, and forgets things. He has promised that if we accept Christ as His son, and the way to salvation, confess our sins to Him and serve Him. He will forgive and forget our sins. What a magnificent, glorious God we serve.

 

Dear Lord, I praise You and thank You for my memories, the good, the bad and the in between. I pray You will soften any that have pain or other hardship associated with them and strengthen the good memories. I ask that You work in the hearts of others that may have bad memories and soften those as well. I ask You work in my heart to remember Your will, Your way, Your word and all the blessings you give me. I ask You to work in my heart to make me a better servant. Help me remember that I am small, but You are great and mighty and all I do should glorify You. I ask You work with me to show me Your will and way, show loved ones Your will as well. Help us all get ourselves out of Your way so that Your will be done. Draw us all closer to You, give us the heart of Christ that we act as You would have us to act. I thank You for my salvation and mercies You show me.

Amen

 

Thanks for coming with me down memory lane (yeah, yeah, bad pun, but what can I say, that’s the only kind I have.) Hopefully all will have only pleasant memories and many blessings, and that you all bless others as well.

 

 

 

Happy Mother’s Day

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Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee. Exodus 20:12

It’s Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s day to all the Mothers, Moms, Mommies, or whatever your kids call you.

Just taking a few minutes to remember my own Mother. Well, I remember her always. I lost her a few years ago and still miss her. Sometimes, I forget she is gone, and want to talk with her, think about calling her, but before I dial, I realize, no, she is with Christ now. Other times I see something that I think she would like and think about getting it for her, and, same realization. It happens mentally, in seconds off and on, may be days or weeks between the times, but they happen. It is almost a shock when I realize it at those times that she is gone. I wonder if such will ever stop, then I remember my dad talking one time. I had a small place in the country and had raspberries growing there. I had picked a bunch and had given them to my folks. While my mother was off doing something or other elsewhere in the house my dad ate a couple and then said, “You know, we ought to just take the weekend and take those to your grandmother, she makes a wonderful cobbler.” Then, he got a strange look on his face, sad and hurt, and said, “Wow, my mother died over 20 years ago and I still get times I think about something and forget that and will think about doing something like that. Then, I realize I can’t. Amazing that a person’s mind can do like that. But, I remember, some of the hurt returns but, I still like thinking the happier thoughts.”

So, I think on that, and realize that it probably will continue off and on for the rest of my life. Well, despite her being gone, I love her, love the memories of her and always will, because I know she loved me too and even now, that love continues. Love doesn’t die, maybe the person is gone from you, but the love you had for them, and they for you, is still there. Maybe most of the time, one way or the other, people cover over that but the love is there and little things will trigger those memories.

I know, at times I disappointed my mother, we all disappoint our parents at times, but I also know I made her proud a lot of times too. But, no matter what else I did to make her proud and happy, nothing compares to the joy she feels now, rejoicing with Christ, playing piano and singing with Him and for Him. And, I have to believe that nothing compares to the pride she feels now, knowing I have come back to Jesus and am doing my best to live a proper Christian life and serve Him the best I can.

Today, I want to encourage everyone to be sure to call, see or in some way show your Mother the love and respect she deserves. Make sure she knows that you love her and appreciate her. To those who have had things happen to interfere with your relationships with your mothers, remember, you have but one, whether she is the perfect mom, a great mom, even if she is a marginal or bad mom, she is your mother. Love her, respect her and regardless of any hard feelings, be sure you let her know that despite any such feelings, that you still love her.

22 Hearken unto thy father that begat thee, and despise not thy mother when she is old.
23 Buy the truth, and sell [it] not; [also] wisdom, and instruction, and understanding.
24 The father of the righteous shall greatly rejoice: and he that begetteth a wise [child] shall have joy of him.
25 Thy father and thy mother shall be glad, and she that bare thee shall rejoice.

Proverbs 23:22-25

Lord, I glorify You and worship You for all that You are. I thank you for a praying Mother who, despite many things, never gave up on me, praying for my salvation and protection. I ask that You put a burden on the hearts of all to make sure to honor their mothers today. If any have problems with the relationship, that You put a heavy conviction on them to make all effort to make the relationship right again. I pray that You give comfort to all who have lost their Mothers, help them only remember the good things. Be with the Mothers who have lost children, give them comfort on this day as well.

I ask that you continue to work in me, help me grow as a Christian and improve my walk with You, give my Your guidance and continue to show me Your way in my life. Give me the strength to continue as I work through over all the stumbling blocks the enemy tries to put in the path You have planned for me. I pray You draw loved ones to You and work in their lives, bring them to You and work to make them the servants You want them to be, show them all Your way, Your truth and Your path for each that we all can live in Your peace and glory, serving You.

I thank You Jesus for the salvation and forgiveness that, even though I did not deserve, You gave me.

Amen

 

 

Well, this started out as a be good to your mothers message that I expected to be a sentence or two, but sometimes, once I start writing, I let the Lord try to speak through me and sometimes, He has more to say than I planned. I am trying to be a vessel for Him and try to be sensitive to His way as I do things. I am getting better at it too, praise Jesus for His improvement in me. I still have a long way to go, but He has and is doing great things with my spiritual walk.

Thanks for stopping by, remember to be a blessing to someone today, Be a blessing to your mothers, they deserve it and doing so gives glory to God.

 

 

 

Reflections

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Honour thy father and thy mother: and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. Matthew 19:19

I decided to write a little while taking a break while preparing my parents things for an estate sale. Definitely a hard task, physically but even more emotionally, many things to look through, decide what has value, either emotional or actual, and that so many things were not of any monetary value, but each triggers a memory of some sort. Some items, not the item itself, but because I can imagine my mother looking at the store trying to decide on this or that. She’d be thinking, “Which of these things should I get?” Sometimes, she couldn’t make up her mind and get two similar things because she liked some thing about one and a different thing about the other. My dad, if he was with her, would have grumbled and said, “Just pick one for crying out loud. You probably don’t need it anyway.” But, he would indulge her, let her get what she wanted, because that is how he was with her.

I see items that were important to one or the other of them, brings back happy memories of them. Sometimes tools my dad used or instruments my mom would play. The records, CDs, photo albums, and then finding some things that had been tucked away, in what would have been somewhere they wanted to make sure not to lose the item. They saved birthday cards, mother’s and father’s day cards, bought and hand made, report cards, certificates from school and Sunday School, so many things. Photos of kids, grandkids, other family members. Things tucked with the cards that tied the cards to memories more tightly.

Sometimes, I get painful thoughts of missing them as well, of course, when one loses their parents they miss them. Thinking back at times I get pretty sad, much with myself, for the times I disappointed them. Then, something else will trigger happier thoughts of times I made them proud. I hope that the pride was felt more than the disappointment.

I wasn’t always a great son, sometimes a lousy son, especially as a teenager. But, eventually I grew out of that phase where we think our parents don’t know anything and we know it all. Finally, I could see how much more they knew than I once thought. Part of growing up. I mourn for the time I wasted being selfish and not spending more time with them. But, when I think about the treasured time I had in the last several years, I relish each memory, so wonderful. Silly little quirks,we all have them, of theirs that used to embarrass me as a teen were what made the some wonderful and precious.

I miss them a lot some days, but also rejoice, as I am sure they are, that I stopped ignoring Christ and gave myself to him. Now, even though I miss them, I look forward to the happy reunion we will have when I see them in eternity.

Lord, thank you for my parents. I was blessed far more than I realized for many years. I thank you for the Christian foundation and the love they gave so freely. I thank you for my salvation and rejoice in your Mercies and Love. I pray that you work in my heart and mind that others will have happy memories of me when my time comes. That they will know to rejoice because I will be with you. I pray you work in the hearts of loved ones to remember the good, forget the bad and to listen to your spirit that they may walk in your path and follow your plan for them.

 

Thanks for visiting my blog. Hopefully, those with parents will make sure to treat them well, honor them as they deserve, treasure themĀ  and those that have lost theirs will find comfort and peace.