Like a scent pulling me back to a long-lost, far-off moment…leaping upon my mind in an explosion of memory…vivid colorings upon my soul that remove me to that distant interjection in time…as if it were an occurrence of only an inhale and exhale ago. Like the aroma of one innocent moment carrying us back to another, more eternal moment in the past…so is my memorial: a sweet savour that I must set down to preserve, to protect. So that it may never be lost, but ever have that dictated purpose and ability to transport me instantly back to those miraculous…devastating…magical…tempestuous moments in which the Lord was my Banner. No account of His goodness…His daily provision…must be lost or go untold.
So that the generations following, and the world, may know…this is my memorial.
My memento…
My commemoration…
The divine aroma of His Holy intervention.
(10-19-09)
This is beautiful, Rae! I'm so excited about this blog. Thank you for challenging me to remember and record what God has done for me!
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