We never seem to underestimate the mind of a child. The sweet innocence that reminds us of how much we take for granted. Seeing that first star, or that first goldfish, the first time we tasted vanilla ice cream or smelled Mom's chocolate chip cookies baking on Christmas Eve.
Remember the aroma of Thanksgiving dinner cooking in the oven, the sweet potato's soaking up warm molassas, fresh green beans simmering in butter, that huge turkey basted in herbs cooking ever so slowly. That feeling of family, having all the people you love most in the world, sitting there talking about what a little monster you were growing up, or how proud they are of all you have accomplished. Their dreams, their hopes, their fears.
We have so many passions, so many things we love. The feeling of a freshly laundered towel right out of the dryer on your skin, the precious sound of a baby's giggle, or a child who has fallen asleep in your arms. The peaceful sounds of a waterfall. The words "I love you" from someone you hold so dear. Those wonderful wonderful things that each day we pass, and never profoundly think about.
But the best memory of all is when you realized, how awesome it is to know that you are saved by God's grace, ALONE. The feeling of protection and safety. Knowing that your mind and heart will be filled with goodness, every time you ask forgiveness for your selfish sins. The mighty hand of God is upon you, every second of every day. He knows your joys, your heartaches, your prayers.
When time seems to slip by. As you become feeble and frail. Your mind remembers a joyous childhood, but fails to register your morning meal. Your last thought will be so serene and real, like a butterfly that has escaped the caccoon and painted the sky a rich harvest orange or vibrant yellow. You will always remember God.
