“The saddest thing about life is you don’t remember half of it. You don’t even remember half of half of it. Not even a tiny percentage, if you want to know the truth. I have this friend Bob who writes down everything he remembers. If he remembers dropping an ice cream cone on his lap when he was seven, he’ll write it down. The last time I talked to Bob, he had written more than five hundred pages of memories. He’s the only guy I know who remembers life. He said he captures memories, because if he forgets them, it’s as though they didn’t happen; it’s as though he hadn’t lived the parts he doesn’t remember. I thought about tthat when he said it, and I tried to remember something. I remembered getting a merit badge in Cub Scouts when I was seven, but that’s all I could remember. I got it for helping a neighbor cut down a tree. I’ll tell that to God when he asks what I did with my life. I’ll tell him I cut down a tree and got a badge for it. He’ll most likely want to see the merit badge, but I lost it years ago, so when I’m done with my story, God will probably sit there lookign at me, wondering what to talk about next. God and Bob will probably talk for days.” – Don Miller
I found the above quote in the draft box of my blog. I discovered such wonderful little gems and half sentences, and ofcourse wished @Megan Faulkner and @JessicaLongino were here to laugh with me. I took the time to put this quote in a post in December of 2009 but never hit “publish” and today the timing was perfect for it to take the leap to the big leagues. Today, I sat and categorized all my 75 blog post. God is so faithful! The two words written on Jesus thigh are “Faithful” and “True” and He’s shown his tattoes to be legit today. I’ve been listening to Jon Thurlow’s song “Your Faithfulness” while editing all these little pieces of my heart and I’ve just been so full just remembering the 12 stones, or now 75 stones, of my life. Little monuments built to the King of Kings reigning in my life and how has he changed me and “released my identity” to me ever since I returned from the Middle East. So much healing, so much more awareness.
Allison and I talked last night for awhile on the phone and she told me how thankful she is that she is able to be spiritually aware not only of the victories in her life, but her downfalls and why she makes the decisions she makes. This morning I am again thankful for awareness! Writing down all the thing that I’ve been through, seen and experienced have made me the girl I am today, sitting in a pink cardigan in her cubicle. The blessing of recollection and remembrance are so sweet looking out over the skyscrapers of Atlanta.
I’m loving exactly where he has me, sixteen floors up in the Atlantic City Plaza. I now consider myself a proffesional writer by the day, because that’s what I am paid to do a vast majority of the time. So many other things to say, but I have to go do iternet research about Autozone.
Another day, another dollar…
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