While gazing through the various windows of our life showing what we've gained and lost as the years have gone by, I would be careful not to dismiss the hard times, the experiences that reshaped us, and the events that changed everything- perhaps forever.
Remembering every detail of every happy moment and how it came to be, would in itself become a happy space.
But just below the surface of things, yet running through the course of everything I can see when the call of God on our life was born, and from there, how it connected us and all the things that have happened to us from our beginning into this future that is now our present, and wonder out loud, what if…
If I were to dream…within the context of who God truly is… a being like non other- who makes and creates, saves, and judges. Not reducing Him to life giver, sustainer, healer from my pains, or the one who fights all my battles. Yes, the one the bible reveals to revel in taking nothing and making something, multiplying little into much, and giving us similar to Himself, a special ability too often missed- the power of making memories. Memories, simple and subtle available to be made each day, but are often planned away, in the hustle and bustle of preparing for an uncertain future.
Curious how difficulties that leave scars stay in our grasp for so long yet happy memories apparent as they can be often feel distant, beyond our capacity as man to relive in its fullness, or duplicate in its entirety and slips to easily through our hands.
Maybe living each day like its our last as impossible as it seems, is the catalyst to making memories big enough to carry us across the river of hard times that our calling requires us to cross. Could the memories we take the time to make become the light that helps navigate through the black days and sleepless nights.
And could it be that Gods gift to His only son
in His darkest moment were the happy memories of His mothers hug, his disciples laughter, and the look of that one beggars eyes He stopped
and touched in the street one seemingly insignificant day… Perhaps the weight of the cross was made slightly less unbearable because of each moment like this...
A maker, whose most wonderful attribute is love that inspires Him to create, has clearly spoken that mankind His greatest masterpiece are made
in His image, yet how often we miss the opportunity to create… to make those memories that help us bear the weight of the world, that bring laughter through tears,
a smile in the midst of sorrow, healing in pain, and hope when the precious things around you are devalued and crushed. Create we must.
Be intentional about making memories, living life today as it truly is... The only day, the only moment within our grasp.
To Love fully, laugh freely, and bask in the sunlight of
our Maker whose image we are made in… to fulfill a calling and a certain destiny with joy. A joy that streams from the memories we make the time to create today.