On becoming a precious Jewel!

Go outside and smell the air, do it with your eyes closed to see what your memory brings up! I did it myself a few moments ago; my memory brought up a group of young people standing around a fire roasting marshmallows and hot dogs on sticks. I had on an orange sweater that had been passed down to me by someone who no longer wanted to wear orange, and it really isn’t my color either, but it was warm and had a little hoodie on it. I was fifteen, my cheeks were hot from standing close to the fire and the excitement of being in the company of a couple of handsome boys, wow all that from sniffing the night air on October 15.

Thanksgiving is next month and then the Christmas holidays the next which gives us another opportunity to make memories for our own children and grandchildren, will their memories be of happy people who are eating, laughing and enjoying the company of each other, or will they remember the tension of being where you don’t want to be and choking down some turkey and cranberry sauce so you can get out of there? Are you problem or solution?

Am I always happy with what is going on around me? Best to not ask me that question tonight because the answer would definitely be no because here in my world today my mother thinks I am her “Mama” and she is trying to be a “good girl”, also her “daughter Harolene” hasn’t been around today and I should tell her to come right now. Never mind that I AM Harolene and not her mother! But in the moment even in trying times I try to keep in mind that something I say or do right now could be in the memory banks of others for a long time. I spoke with someone today that brought back memories from a Christmas time long ago and for a few moments I was that young girl all over again. Our memories are precious and let me advise you that while your mind is clear you should make notes on things you don’t want to ever forget.

It’s amazing that when we think back over events sometimes it seems it is the unpleasant things that stand out to us. I am glad that when I look back over my life it’s the happy times I remember, even when we were so poor that we lived on the, dare I say it, charity of those who loved us and brought food and clothes, and at Christmas brought a tree and decorated it then put gifts under it for us. I remember the people who did that for us, and two of them have gone on to heaven. I remember the kindness of people who volunteered to help with parties and fellowships for the church, which cooked and cleaned without any reward except a hug and a thank you.

I’m glad that God puts all our sins behind His forgiving back, Lamentations 3:22-23 Through the LORD’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. His memories of us are not the sins we have done, but rather the time we called on his name and asked Jesus to come into our hearts as Lord and Savior. He remembers the prayers we have prayed and the tears we have shed, Psalm 56:8 You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book? He puts our tears into His bottle and He saves them? He listens to us as we talk about Him and give our testimonies to one another, Malachi 3:16-17 Then those who feared the LORD spoke to one another, And the LORD listened and heard them; So a book of remembrance was written before Him for those who fear the LORD and who meditate on His name. “They shall be Mine,” says the LORD of hosts,” On the day that I make them My jewels. And I will spare them as a man spares his own son who serves him.” He looks at us as if we are precious jewels! If you think about how much pressure a stone has to endure before it becomes precious and how after it is mined it has to go through a cutting and polishing process before it will sparkle as you hold it in the light, and that a pearl is formed when the tears of the oyster tries to cleanse out a grain of sand it will help us understand that trials and tribulations are for our good!

You may become a diamond, as for me; I want to be a ruby!

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