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And I will also make every effort that you may be able to recall these things at any time after my departure. For we did not follow cleverly contrived myths when we made known to you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ; instead, we were eyewitnesses of His majesty.’ 2 Peter 1:15, 16

Good morning DearOne,
Memories are very peculiar. They spring up in the oddest places and the most unfit times. Does that happen to you, too?
Perhaps the Holy Spirit allows memories come and go with perfect purpose: to restore what has been lost, to take unruly experiences of life that we have lived and place them into a sensible whole. When memory’s story comes back to life, it is alive again. It moves us. It shapes us.
The Oklahoma wind outside is howling. It lulls. Then, like scenes we recall, it keeps searching through branches and native grass, restless to land from some bottomless depth.
Place your hands on your heart SweetSoul. Enter in with your Creator and ask Him to guide every haunting memory to a peaceful place and to fill them with His Majesty.
Lay them down.
Peace calls.