I am a writer, a gatherer of moments. I look for things that inspire, for drops of grace, for moments of beauty around me, so that I can capture them and pass them on. I see them often in my children. My mind records the snapshot with a “click,” and I return to it later and paint it with words.
Moments stored do not fill.
Moment stored do not lessen future pain.
Moments stored may age like wine and bless us later.
Moments stored water my soul and help me to love.
- I remember that the noisy, dirty creatures messing up my house each day are people, beloved by God, wonderful works of His hand.
- I remember that I am a child of God—weak, and loved.
- I remember that my Father sees me, knows me, cares for me.
- I remember that I am here to receive love and to love.
|Thank you Jesus, for this moment.|
How about you? Do you gather moments? Why do you gather them?