Friday, April 20, 2018

Dear God,

Memories, sweet memories.  We make them, we write them on our hearts, we carry them, we hold them tight and then one day we open them, one at a time.

We gathered together, shared our stories, drank from the cup of life, worshiped and praised and then scattered.  It's what we did year after year.  Each new year we wrote a new song, made another story, drank and ate from your table and then packed up, carrying our memories with us.

This week one woman opened her bag and pulled out a memory.  She took a picture of a sign, a simple sign...Sisters of St. Joseph.  With that she shared on line and across the many years we were together, several of us stepped back into the circle.  Remember when...? Several said.  Memories flooded in, refilling and refueling our love for you and one another.

Who can make this happen?  Sacred memories?  Only you, O God, only you.

Loving Father,
thank you
for binding us together
with cords
that cannot
be broken.
Thank you
for eternity
swept up
into our hearts,
minds and souls.
Thank you
for signs,
symbols and
sacred memories.

Love, Andrea