All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the LORD: and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee. Ps 22:27
Yesterday my family had the privilege of going through all of the things that my father had collected over the 86 year of his life. He never threw anything away and when a loved one moves on to their new home there is always of lot of things left behind on earth that have to be dealt with. As we sorted through: the things that each of us wanted as a keepsake, the things to be thrown away, the things to sell, we all reminisced about our father and what he had used the particular thing for and the times we remembered him using them. It was a very happy, sad sort of day. That afternoon as I lay in my hammock remembering all the things about my father I realized that when I leave this earth who will hold in their memory all of those things after only a couple of generations all of those memories would be lost to the world. He had only a small circle of friends and after his earthly body had passed, soon all the memories of his life would also be blown away with time. He would be forgotten, the thought of that made me very sad.
While driving back from yet another trip the house in a state of sadness,. I looked up into the sky there in plain sight was the most beautiful complete rainbow I had ever seen. It immediately reminded me of God’s promise: 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. (Gen 9:16) That rainbow on this day was a reminder to me that my daddy would never be forgotten because he was a child of my heavenly father. God is awesome and while meditating on all of this he gave me this poem:
Memories of the past hanging in the air
The wind keeps on blowing it just doesn’t care
Memories of our loved ones floating from the past
But time keeps moving forward because life doesn't last.
Memories of moments, that's all we want to hold
For the loved one is gone and only a leaves a story to be told
The winds of time keep moving slowly blowing those away
The past is gone forever we only have today
Each generation passes, the memories of few will stay
To make a mark before they’re blown from history, not know by those today
Of the people’s lives lived everyday few matter to the masses
But one still floats upon the winds, all other’s it surpasses
On history and time he made a mark, and waits patiently for you
To notice all the marks upon him, taken in public view
Your memory remains with Him forever, written on a cross
winds will blow, unable to erase, paid at remarkable cost
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About Me
- Becky
- Macon, MS., United States
- I was born and raised in Mississippi and it’s where I live today with my husband of 26 years, Mike. The Lord blessed us with three beautiful children, Lesley, Sarah and Shannon. Accepting the role of caretaker, I moved into my parents’ home to care for my mother, who suffers with cancer, and my father, a great man of faith in Jesus Christ, who recently passed away after his long battle with Alzheimer’s. Loss is, unfortunately, no stranger to me. I was 29 when, my sister and best friend passed away from heart complications at the ripe age of 28. I am comforted knowing they are both reunited with our heavenly father in Heaven. Through my 51 years, I have experienced most of what the world has to offer and found my peace, joy and hope in Christ alone. I have worked as a software trainer for 12 years, but my true passion is loving people. My burden for souls is unquenchable. I maintain an unyielding stance against phariseeism. I am an outgoing, opinionated, intuitive, generous, passionate, forgiving free spirit, who loves the Lord above all else. While reading my blog it is my desire that you experience the Presence of Almighty God.
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