Somewhere, amid the pain and the frustration we feel over lost health and today’s health trials, there are bright, uplifting memories we’ve lost track of, times when life was easier or days when we heard and enjoyed laughter, did good things and had good times. There are people and places that brought us peace, and accomplishments however small that gave us a sense of control, gratitude, and purpose.
As “lost” as these things seem, in the midst of all the other problems, they are not altogether gone. No, they are there in a kind of scrapbook in your heart and mind, and in mine, too. And they serve a purpose, especially on bad days, the very bad days.
We can open our eyes and remember these times and people and blessings, and have faith that, if they happened once, if they came into our life once, they can do so again. If God moved a mountain in our lives once, He can do so again. If we felt uplifted, comforted, calmed, joy-filled, we can do so, again.
These memories, positive memories, are not meant to be forever lost. They are meant to stay, forever found, and of value in our present struggle. They are God-given and, as we all know, the good that God gives can never be taken away.
Blessings for the day!