Blast from the past

Ever have one of those moments where you run across something completely forgotten that triggers a whole flood of emotions and memories?

I just had one of those. I was poking around on my bookshelf and found something I hadn't thought about in well over three years. It wasn't something valuable, or important, or anything like that. But all I had to do was see it, and everything I felt the first time I saw it hit me. The same smile, even the same turn in my stomach and slight shakiness of hand that is making it moderately more difficult to type this than it should be.

I believe that is why we hold onto things. Not because something is valuable, or beautiful, but because even the most meaningless bit of rubbish can hold such a wealth of memories to the right person that it could never be bought at any price.

And when the things we treasure become the things that have "value", not the things that make us come alive, is when we die. Life is about so much more than our short years here that it is a pitiful waste of ones time to chase after what one can attain, rather than what is already given.

I love finding meaning and beauty in things I would normally overlook. I feel that is one of God's greatest gifts, but one so often ignored.


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