This morning I woke feeling good. I happily planned a full day as I ate breakfast and looked at that beautiful maple out front. Then at 11 AM, I crashed. Chilled and dizzy, I crawled to my recliner, tempted to start feeling sorry for myself.
Has God forgotten to be gracious
Has he slammed the door on his compassion?
And I said, “This is my fate;
the Most High has turned his hand against me.” Psalm 77:9-10 New Living Translation
Mockingly, the blue sky and colorful foliage danced outside my window. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of bright yellow leaves. And remembered:
Years ago, I came home to a golden glow in every room of my home. Enchanted, I looked for the source and found it was the American Elm tree in the back yard. The afternoon sun shone through the yellow leaves, filling the house and delighting my soul.
Today, I closed my eyes and relived that memory.
And found that I was smiling.
But maybe they aren’t so random. After all, they are brought on by a trigger, in this case, a hint of yellow. So maybe they are deliberate gifts of encouragement from a loving Father.
But then I recall all you have done, O Lord;
I remember your wonderful deeds of long ago.
They are constantly in my thoughts.
I cannot stop thinking about your mighty works. Psalm 77:11-12 New Living Translation
“Our memories are gifts that show us life – even through the toughest times – is worth living.” (Chrissie Pinney)
Today, I am thankful for all those happy moments in my life
that have become happy memories.