We just finished installing laminate flooring onto the bedroom
floors. The first floor we tackled was
the kids’ room so they were displaced into another room in the house for sleeping
for a couple days. Matthew wasn’t too
excited when the lights went out the first night so I stayed for a little while
telling him stories from my childhood. I
realized that the memories I had were much attributed to all the pictures my
mom took through the years of the activities we did. She put them in albums that we frequently
looked at and showed relatives when they visited.
In this day and age we take millions of pictures and post them to Facebook but are we stopping long enough to print them and stick
them in albums? When my kids were first
born I made small albums online (in lieu of store-bought baby albums). How do you preserve those memories of your
family’s history?
As a mom, I can now look to my mom and thank her for capturing
those snapshots of our family history and taking the time to create those albums that
have become my memories from childhood. I read 1 Thessalonians today and thought of
my mom in this verse:
“We give thanks to God
always for you all, making mention of you in our prayers, remembering without
ceasing your work of faith, labor of love, and patience of
hope in our Lord Jesus Christ in the sight of our God and Father;” 1
Thessalonians 1:2-3 (underlining and
italics mine)
