I walked downstairs today to find my mom cleaning out the collect-all- closet. I am sure every house has one. It holds a few coats that nobody wears, gift bags of every shape and size, and anything in a frame that is not currently adorning our walls.
I was an only child for ten years which means there were lots of pictures of me. There are enough enlargements of my face to create my own shrine. Perhaps I will one day. 🙂
Time goes by so quickly. I remember when my mom was taking some of the pictures. It seems like yesterday, but when I look in the mirror, I realize it was a little longer than that. Nearly twenty years longer.
To be honest, I’m not quite where I expected to be right now. But I trust the heart of my Heavenly Father even when I cannot see His hand. And if I ever am tempted to forget some of my former years, they will always be well-documented in my shrine.