“We either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same.” -Carlos Castaneda (1925-1998), author, philosopher
I heard this week that our memories are composed of the last time we actually remembered a special event, person, or idea. We aren’t recalling the original experience, instead we build upon it. This may explain why our memories can change or be enhanced. It also introduces the idea that each memory is a new memory of some sort, allowing each time we remember to be fresh and alive. Memories than become our story. And the story continues to evolve and grow and bring new light.
I find that my memories add some of the sweetest pieces to healing. Sharing these memories with my children build the story of their dad, a necessity for my heart along with theirs, as his absence creates such a void in our lives. I believe God uses our memory bank to build healing inside of us.
"I am the LORD, who heals you" (Exodus 15:26).
I believe in my memories. Now I ask, can I believe in my life?
