Remember Me

Do you cry often? There were years in my life when I did. But lately, I am usually content with my life. However, I do cry when people remember me.
I was a vendor at the Kunstfest and a friend I hadn't seen in years showed up.

In I Never Walk the Halls Alone, I explain how God often is "My Paul Harvey God" when he lets me know the rest of the story. I worked a Christian retreat when Kelly came up to me and said, "I remember you."

Her story is on page thirty-one. Her husband was the man who got kicked in the chest by a horse. About twenty years ago, we shared a lot of tears, and now a lot of joy.
At the same bazaar, a women approached in a wheelchair, surrounded by her loving

children and grandchildren. She had bought my book, A Life Just like Mine the year before. She read this story:

Once while I was visiting my grandparents, when I was nine, their dog, Betsy, chewed up and ruined my favorite book, To Dance, To Dream. I tried to salvage my book, but I had to throw it away. As hard as it is, sometimes dreams have to go, too.

She handed me a gift bag with this precious present and sweet note.

And I cried. Being remembered overwhelms me. And I am sure it does the same to you and those you love.
Consider taking action to the challenge in the email. Remember those who have shared kindness and made a difference in your life. Give them a reason to cry, knowing you remember them fondly.
Enjoy this video and go down memory lane.

https://youtu.be/o8RWI3y1Npk?si=mY2f_Dttyh0hq5-N

This will be so special as you remember your teachers, elderly aunts, uncles, grandparents, and friends.
Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for all the memories.
Know I remember you!
God bless you this season. He is a God of memory. He loves everyone of us as if there were only one of us!
Your sister,
Donna