A Hundred Pounds of Memories

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I pulled an old box from the top shelf of the garage today.  I was standing on the ladder thinking, "This is very bad.  This box is probably 100 pounds.  How in the world am I going to get it down the ladder?"  Of course I did what any intelligent person would do, I gently slid it out and let it crash 10ft. to the ground.  I didn't know there was glass in there.  oops.  Anyway, it was totally worth the broken glass.

In this box that I have not opened in the 4 years since we have lived in this house are my journals.  I started journaling when I was probably 12 years old.  I had a counselor at summer camp tell me that writing down my prayers was a great way to connect with God.  I took her up on her idea, and have been journaling ever since. 

100 pounds of journals.  My most precious belongings.  I am so glad I took the time to write everything down as a teenager.  I'm glad I have my entire relationship with Rob chronicled from the first time he walked in my house when I was 12 until today.  I am so glad I wrote down my thoughts and feelings the first years Rob and I shared in ministry.  I learned so much in those days.  So much I would most likely have forgotten otherwise.  I am so glad I wrote about what it was like to be pregnant for the first time.  Then, what it was like to see my daughter get a sister that we were sure was going to be a brother… And then one more sister.  I'm so glad I wrote it all down. 

I Can't wait to dig into the pile of journals tomorrow. And NO, you can't look at them.  🙂

One thought on “A Hundred Pounds of Memories

  • August 29, 2008 at 7:52 am
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    What a fun discovery! It’s strange reading words you wrote a long time ago…sometimes you come across a startling bit of insight, or a lesson you learnt but forgot, and had to relearn again…
    Then there are, of course, the pages that make you cringe!!

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