Attic Memories

Attic Memories, Norman Rockwell

We've been pulling things from the attic the past couple of days, going through almost 40 years of memories in this house. If you've done it, you know that cleaning out the attic is not as easy as just clearing things out. There's a lot of lingering along the way, remembering when they wore those clothes, played with those toys, slept in that bed. The attic tells a story of our life here in this house.

We made a run to the mission store this afternoon to pass along some of the stuff those memories are made of. Not everything, of course. Some things just can't be parted with, and others can be passed to the next generation..."things Mommy played with when she was your age." And so we watch and see a small glimmer of our little girls again.

I saw this quote recently — 

Things end, but memories last forever.

Some things do, but I'm not so sure that things must always end, but rather can change gradually, day by day, so there is always a new day dawning. Abrupt endings are, indeed, difficult and leave us with only the memories. But this I do know — God's mercies are new every morning. Mercies in and for the memories, be they good or not so good.

The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;

His mercies never come to an end;  

They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”
The LORD is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him.

Lamentations 3:22-25