Remembering the past, those quaint precious moments…
Alone with my sweetheart on a short summer drive, singing to the radio, we felt so alive! Riding down the streets in that ole’ classic car, while the wind in my hair filled the crisp night air. Sipping a glass of cool lemonade, we sat in the shade of our tall Oak trees. It was fresh, so inviting & excitingly new, as we danced through the times & the days of our lives. Strutting a step like we knew what to do, but our heart was just beating to the sound of a tune! It was our love-song, bedside story & night serenades. But little did we know, we were creating something special, we were making our home. I can’t forget or casually erase, a whole lifetime of memories, moments & events. Though this struggle to remember when the losses are much, the times that we shared & the things that we’d lost. Can’t drive down that road like before or escape from the heat, beneath our leafy green trees. It won’t be the same for everything has changed. Our homes & town have been shattered & torn. Our hearts & lives have been broken & worn. I want to be stronger & braver, as we move into the next chapter of a different new role. I’m taking a breath & turning the page, trusting God to rewrite this journey’s next stage. One word, one line, one step at a time, today is the first day of the rest of our lives. Now, we begin again… this is our story.
“Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.”
Psalms 27:14 NLT
