Philippians 1:3 I thank my God upon every remembrance of you.
Someday when the teens are gone, our car insurance payments will once again be smaller than our house payments. There won’t be any more white-knuckled rides, arguing about how fast is too fast or how close is too close.
Certain sounds won’t echo in our home-
sounds of hair spray,
Gone will be the dishes in the sink,
memories of bedside chats,
fishing and hunting trips, vacations,
dinners at Cazador's on birthdays,
yes, prayers by the thousands that have been offered up on their behalf.
I thank God for the gift of memories.
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted. Ecclesiastes 3:2