As I have grown older, I notice there are times I go to the cabinet and open the door, then wonder what I was looking for. Or I intend to write down a wonderful idea for a story, but when I sit in my den later on in the day, I have to pray for God to remind me of what that was. I have begun to compensate for these little senior moments by making lists (and checking twice!) or grabbing a note pad, napkin or any scrap of paper handy to write down ideas. It makes me wonder if that unravellings will grow like those of a few of our senior friends or if there are simply too many facts knocking around in my head to keep track of them all. If you sometimes wrestle with remembering, I hope this little verse will give you some encouragement as it did for me when I wrote them this morning.
My memories are like balls of yarn Which from my basket spill And I watch as all those threads of life Go tumbling down the hill! So lately I’ve been wondering when Just when those balls will slow So they can be knit back again Into neat tighter rows But then my Lord reminds me In whose hands our lives are held And how through every thread of life He will His story tell I will praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made Marvelous are your works, and that my soul knows very well. Psalm 139:14 NKJV Memories and Yarn by Peter Caligiuri © 2022 All rights reserved
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