I like these small memories
Standing in front of the mirror cleaning my teeth, I'm reminded of the times I've spent with people who walked my braces journey with me.
My funny and albeit sassy dentist who was genuinely nice to me, and his caring assistant who is practically like my granny from the clinic. My memories with them just flooded into my mind. People walk in and out of my life, yet the imprint of people is strong.
I remember how much I enjoyed my trips to visit you, my dentist; how you spoke to me like a friend, how you advised me about university, how you rolled your eyes when I squirmed in (exaggerated) pain. I remember laughing through an experience that others may have found dreadful.
I remember you, my dear granny nurse, though you no longer work in the clinic. I remember how you spoke to me, the way you looked at me, the way you did your job. Perhaps I found favour in your sight, for you were really kind to me, and I remember you saying that I was your favourite patient.
I remember these memories, and I don't mean to exaggerate the beauty of these experiences. Though science says that memory is stored in the mind, the gears of my heart are turned as I recall them. Many other memories do I have of my life that make me feel this way - thankful and blessed. They come to me when I least expect it; when I'm cleaning my teeth, when I'm on the bus, when I'm with you or you or you, when I'm walking stoning running laughing crying.
Just decided to write this particular memory down as it runs through my mind. If I could paint a picture of how my memories are like, it would be like a runway for planes that have bulbs of light along its isles. The runway represents my life journey and each lighted bulb represents a beautiful memory I have of each season. Some bulbs are brighter than others, some bulbs are bigger than others, but every bulb stands out. My runway is already bright from the light that shines from the Sun and yet, look at the beauty of these bulbs that light up my runway. And my heart tells me this: 'Look ahead, Mindy, to the many, many more bulbs that are awaiting to be lighted up. '
Do you know who lights up these bulbs of my life? People light up the bulbs of my life. You light up the bulb of my life, my friend.
Yet I know there is but one Person who puts these bulbs in my runway, one by one, piece by piece. And eventually when all the light bulbs shine bright like diamonds, they point me and remind me of this one Person who set them all in place. Do you feel the fullness of my heart even as I write this? Such beauty of memories being deposited in my life and it overwhelms my heart with greater gratefulness and awe of His love.
And I know where this runway eventually leads me to. Do you wish to know where?
- To the One who has given me such a beautiful runway, and to all of you who have helped light it up.
My funny and albeit sassy dentist who was genuinely nice to me, and his caring assistant who is practically like my granny from the clinic. My memories with them just flooded into my mind. People walk in and out of my life, yet the imprint of people is strong.
I remember how much I enjoyed my trips to visit you, my dentist; how you spoke to me like a friend, how you advised me about university, how you rolled your eyes when I squirmed in (exaggerated) pain. I remember laughing through an experience that others may have found dreadful.
I remember you, my dear granny nurse, though you no longer work in the clinic. I remember how you spoke to me, the way you looked at me, the way you did your job. Perhaps I found favour in your sight, for you were really kind to me, and I remember you saying that I was your favourite patient.
I remember these memories, and I don't mean to exaggerate the beauty of these experiences. Though science says that memory is stored in the mind, the gears of my heart are turned as I recall them. Many other memories do I have of my life that make me feel this way - thankful and blessed. They come to me when I least expect it; when I'm cleaning my teeth, when I'm on the bus, when I'm with you or you or you, when I'm walking stoning running laughing crying.
Just decided to write this particular memory down as it runs through my mind. If I could paint a picture of how my memories are like, it would be like a runway for planes that have bulbs of light along its isles. The runway represents my life journey and each lighted bulb represents a beautiful memory I have of each season. Some bulbs are brighter than others, some bulbs are bigger than others, but every bulb stands out. My runway is already bright from the light that shines from the Sun and yet, look at the beauty of these bulbs that light up my runway. And my heart tells me this: 'Look ahead, Mindy, to the many, many more bulbs that are awaiting to be lighted up. '
Do you know who lights up these bulbs of my life? People light up the bulbs of my life. You light up the bulb of my life, my friend.
Yet I know there is but one Person who puts these bulbs in my runway, one by one, piece by piece. And eventually when all the light bulbs shine bright like diamonds, they point me and remind me of this one Person who set them all in place. Do you feel the fullness of my heart even as I write this? Such beauty of memories being deposited in my life and it overwhelms my heart with greater gratefulness and awe of His love.
And I know where this runway eventually leads me to. Do you wish to know where?
- To the One who has given me such a beautiful runway, and to all of you who have helped light it up.
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