Today, I gathered stones from the middle of the stream.
Just like with my memories,
I choose the ones I keep.
Just like with these stones,
The harsh edges of my memories soften
With life’s constant changes.
Changes wash over me
Like the flowing creek,
Which hones the path of my mind.
I can choose what to keep –
What to let wash away.
Today, I gathered stones.
Today, I choose to remember love.
My time with my family is drawing to an end. We went to the creek nearby and walked through the cool water. I took these pictures as I collected several small, flat, rounded stones to take a long
– in memory of my time with my family.
Like every family we have issues. I suppose, we all could dwell on those. But soon I won’t see my loved ones for a long time. Yes, annoying habits and idiosyncrasies will no longer be an issue, but along with those disappear the hugs and endless kindnesses.
Love is a choice and I believe memories are too. Maybe, choosing certain memories over others is the loving thing to do. Maybe love is less about a feeling but more about choosing what I remember.
Maybe that is what forgiveness is,
choosing to remember love.
(Heidi Viars, 2013)
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“Above all, love each other deeply,
because love covers over a multitude of sins.”
1 Peter 4:8
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