There's something so special about rummaging through the picture box. Now I know that most of you out there have your pictures organized, alphabetized and scrapbooked, and that is fine, but mine reside in shoeboxes. I love the treasure hunt as I search for just that one I remember, and oh what memories are stirred as I my fingers sift through the reflections of time. Snapshots of years passed coupled with the ones generations newer. Young faces now grown with young faces of their own. Childhood memories, family and friends and those acquaintances I can't even remember their names. Lives now gone - lives that meant so much to me. Places visited and dreams fulfilled and dreams broken - viewed bittersweet. Visual reminders that stir something deep inside. We are so much more than flesh and blood - we are relationships. Relationships with God, with family, with friends, with strangers. These snapshots, this peek into who we are and who we've become - these are the fabric of our lives.
6/18/15
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