In Memory of Tomorrow.
Do you ever get the feeling that time hasn't passed by that much, but when you really count out the days, it's already been weeks and months and years?! Well, I do. Sometimes it feels like I'm on a long hiatus from school, expecting the day when my break will end and lectures will begin again. But on most other days, I go through the day as if UCI never happened; 4 years of my life escapes my mind almost instantaneously. I guess that's at the core of most human mentality-- out of sight, out of mind. It's really sad. So I try really hard to hold on to my memories, keep memorabilia of the "good 'ol dayz," so that I can keep my most cherished moments as fresh as I can. I take pictures, keep cards and letters, ticket stubs, and anything else that reminds me of what I did, when I did them, and who I shared the moments with.
When I was in high school, I began to store letters and cards into boxes. I would draw on the boxes, labeling them "Memory Boxes," and chuck everything that would hold some kind of sentimental value in them. Occasionally I would open the boxes and go through my past, reading through cards from birthdays, letters from overseas, gifts and souvenirs from traveling... And at the end of the day, I would close the box and store it away in my closet. "Until next time..."
Maybe it's from moving so often when I was younger, that I found my desperate way of holding onto the memories. Even if I were to move again, I would have some tangible way of remembering. To never forget...
Isn't it like that though? We don't want to forget, and we don't want to be forgotten. Maybe the reason why any kind of leaving (moving, death...etc.) is saddening or fearful for us is because we will eventually forget and be forgotten... But no fear! The Good News is here!
As Christians we are able to rejoice in the fact that there is a God who remembers us better than even our closest relatives. We can hope on an eternity, where even if this life ends, it really isn't the end. We are to count our blessings always, to take joy in our toils, and delight in the ways God provides for us. C.S. Lewis once said, "There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind." Though leaving on any terms is undeniably sad, we can look ahead with hope and joy because we know that wherever we go next, God has placed us there purposefully, to use us as a means to glorify Him, and be a light to those around us. He plans what we cannot see nor comprehend with our minds... It only makes sense that it is God, who is seated high above, orchestrates the 'indescribables' in our lives. What privilege and honor it is to be used by God!
So today I try. I try to remember. I open my closet and take out boxes labeled with awkward bubble letters. I remember the places I went, the things I did, and the people I met, lost, and forgot. I remember them not because the days past make me sad, but because in them I can clearly see the hand of God working all throughout my life. And I am filled with eager anticipation and hope as I try to imagine all the things He has planned before me from now to eternity. Oh how He loves me!!! Oh how I love Him!!!
I am overwhelmed. And I am blessed. To have memories to hold on to; to have memories at all.
And now, off I go, as I am blessed to go and make more memories. May the memories I share with you only be a testament of how much God loves us, and how perfect His plan is.
To closets full of boxes, to hearts full of joy, and to God who does it all.
Soli Deo Gloria.
When I was in high school, I began to store letters and cards into boxes. I would draw on the boxes, labeling them "Memory Boxes," and chuck everything that would hold some kind of sentimental value in them. Occasionally I would open the boxes and go through my past, reading through cards from birthdays, letters from overseas, gifts and souvenirs from traveling... And at the end of the day, I would close the box and store it away in my closet. "Until next time..."
Maybe it's from moving so often when I was younger, that I found my desperate way of holding onto the memories. Even if I were to move again, I would have some tangible way of remembering. To never forget...
Isn't it like that though? We don't want to forget, and we don't want to be forgotten. Maybe the reason why any kind of leaving (moving, death...etc.) is saddening or fearful for us is because we will eventually forget and be forgotten... But no fear! The Good News is here!
As Christians we are able to rejoice in the fact that there is a God who remembers us better than even our closest relatives. We can hope on an eternity, where even if this life ends, it really isn't the end. We are to count our blessings always, to take joy in our toils, and delight in the ways God provides for us. C.S. Lewis once said, "There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind." Though leaving on any terms is undeniably sad, we can look ahead with hope and joy because we know that wherever we go next, God has placed us there purposefully, to use us as a means to glorify Him, and be a light to those around us. He plans what we cannot see nor comprehend with our minds... It only makes sense that it is God, who is seated high above, orchestrates the 'indescribables' in our lives. What privilege and honor it is to be used by God!
So today I try. I try to remember. I open my closet and take out boxes labeled with awkward bubble letters. I remember the places I went, the things I did, and the people I met, lost, and forgot. I remember them not because the days past make me sad, but because in them I can clearly see the hand of God working all throughout my life. And I am filled with eager anticipation and hope as I try to imagine all the things He has planned before me from now to eternity. Oh how He loves me!!! Oh how I love Him!!!
I am overwhelmed. And I am blessed. To have memories to hold on to; to have memories at all.
And now, off I go, as I am blessed to go and make more memories. May the memories I share with you only be a testament of how much God loves us, and how perfect His plan is.
To closets full of boxes, to hearts full of joy, and to God who does it all.
Soli Deo Gloria.
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