Memories

indexMemories are the only deposit we have in our “life bank”. Be it good or bad, every action that we take, every word that was spoken, becomes a record in this precious memory bank. There will be some memories that we wish we could press the “delete” button and ensure that they are never remembered. Better still, if we could do an “undo” and not let that event take place. On the brighter side, there will be memories that are treasured and cherished. Those events that made your world spin and mesmerised your spirit in utopian wonder. You only wish those moments never end. But alas, time is brutal. Even the best memory must come to an end. Leaving behind traces of memories that you can only reminisce with a smile.

Lolboom.net has this story to tell, “Elderly Couple Takes Picture At The Start Of Every Season. The Last Picture Is A Tearjerker”. In the picture story, “Journalist Ken Griffiths of the Sunday Times took a picture of his parents from 1973 onward. It’s a tradition they kept up for years and the results are beautiful. In the spring, they stand proudly over their flowers and during the winter, they come closer together. It’s a love story told through seasons and photographs – definitely worth a look. But man, the last photograph is a killer.”

The first of the series of photos

The first of the series of photos (click photo to continue)

As you flip through the photos (click here), allow your own memories to warm your heart. Time is cruising by. If you have a regret, do not allow that regret to register in your memory bank. Have it resolved immediately. If you need to say “sorry”, or “I love you” or just give a hug to someone dear (or you utterly detest!), now is the time. Fill your memory bank once again with joy and love, not regrets. Like the series of photos you have just seen, that should be your last photo too. Just remember, every photo is your last.

Listen to Barbra Streisand “The Way We Were”.


Hebrews 8:12
For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.


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