This week, as our country celebrates its birth, I’m digitally transcribing what I have written in scrapbooks, recorded over 50 years ago the “old fashioned way”: parts of the story of my life, from birth through college years. Remembering people in events and pictures, forming who I have become. We remember our country through stories, pictures, and people, shaping us into who we are today.
Paging through memories in my book, I see: a house key, ski lift tickets, college meal tickets, admission to German castle tours, coasters from restaurants and bars, Broadway playbills, airline “passenger coupon” ticket, Paris Metro ticket, hotel business cards, High School Homecoming programs, newspaper articles, table name cards, prom invitations, programs, and lots of pictures, mostly faded with time. I’m grateful that I recounted in writing some of the important events. There is a saying about how the mystery of God unfolds in the experience of life itself. I see great truth in this, and how love permeates through it all. What’s in your memory book? Taking time to leaf through the pages of our life can be reflective and prayerful. Christ is the steadfast love we encounter.
Pondering Christ 