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Our memories are a part of us that helps us to grow. Reminiscing about the past keeps thoughts alive so that they will last. Memories are a record of all the things that we have experienced. We hold on to those that are dear and keep them without any fears. The good ones bring us joy while the bad ones bring many tears.
Yesterday has gone; our childhood to the now, we try our best to keep our wondrous memoires that are so profound around. So that when times are bad and when thing seems rough, they put a smile on face and keep us tough.
We dream of past glories of wars that we have fought and it does not matter if we won or lost or what was the cost. It helps us to cope with the problems that we have to face each day and give us hope. Memories they help to get us out of our self contained, egoistical ways of thinking; oh how finite our minds. Keeping the past alive and in our the way, falsifying the truth without any doubts so that you can find an out, from the tribulation that this day may bring; is not dealing with the now what our lives all about?
Yesterday; this was how it was, yesterday; if I only did this or that, yesterday; now that was a good day; but what about today and problem it brings dealing with good and the bad the past is the past it just do not last. It not about what it was that you were facing, it about you using the experiences of what you have already done without any fears so that you do not find a foot in your derriere.
Our memories are a part of us that helps us to grow. Reminiscing about the past keeps thoughts alive so that they will last. Memories are a record of all the things that we have experienced. Some are hard to forget and some are hard to let go. They are hidden in the deepest, darkest closets in our mind. We try so hard to get around those that hurt that we chose not face them for the pain is sometime to great, we just have not got what it takes. We try to forget but no matter what they will always be a part of us. We try to fool ourselves into believing that they are not. We pretend that they have no meaning, but in reality they help to define you; like it or not. Embrace them we must or else they become nightmare, monster and creating pain and mistrust. Our memories are a part of us that helps us to grow. Reminiscing about the past keeps thoughts alive so that they will last.
Memories are a record of all the things that we have experienced. There is a problem that some do have about their experiences of the past. Shaded truths that brings lies into the future about the past, alternate reality, thinking you are what you aren’t. In our arrogance we think that we are hold six aces and will have the chance for that last dance. The lie that you tell yourself will tie you into knots and cause to have to take that bitter pill (facing the truth) so that you can get back to being real.
Memories are a record of all the things that we have experienced. Good or bad they thoughts from your past, private archive within your mind, that will always be with you they do not define who you are if you do not let them play with your mind.
Now here a memory for you to keep for all time so do not waste your time wondering what if, because of this memory was a precious gift. He came from Heaven to this earth and paid a price to give us new birth. Now if you keep this memory close to your heart you will find new life, have faith is all it takes.
From the cross to the earth, from the earth to the sky he did rise. Salvation and a peace of mind you will find. The light of truth and never a dark day will lead the way. He the truth and the light for He is the way, that’s what the Gospel said. Jesus is the only way remember the price that He paid. This faith, this memory just might save you on judgment day, faith in Him is the only way.
“In memory of father and the Son a debt that was not owed He paid. So that we could find our way back home, a memory worth keeping alive. He was wounded for our transgression, crushed for our iniquities: by His wounds we are healed”