Memory Lane is Filled with Potholes

 

 

More and more I have been led to write more about my life, mainly for my granddaughter. I want her to know more about me and what things were like in a life that was not the easiest, but did include some wonderful things. For a while I wrote in a journal, but then realized that Lia can’t read cursive, so I stopped doing that. If I’m going to have to print words, I might as well do it in my blogs. I have always tended to focus on the negative, and want her to know that yes, there were good things about my past, and I did have happiness amongst the valleys. My grandparents lived with us while I was growing up, and it never occurred to me to ask what their lives were like growing up. I know a few plain facts, but that’s about it.

 

So I will begin the journey, going as far back as I can remember. I will try to focus on more of the positive stuff, and skim over the negative. Because there is always a balance. When I am honest with myself and start brooding on the negatives, I have to admit that amongst the rubble there were bright spots. Take hold of the bright spots! Cherish them!

 

So many times I have come back to the poem I wrote when my dad died. I know I have posted it more than once, but I will post it one last time here.

 

Choosing The Chains

 

Choosing the chains

     that weigh us down

Choosing the ties that bind

Packing the baggage

     we carry for life

Some of us traveling blind

 

The closer we get

     to the end of the trip

The heavier seems the load

We carry our burden

     and stumble along

The twisting and uneven road

 

The wise ones let go

     and let Christ take the weight

From their shoulders

     no longer bowed down

And continue the path,

     claiming freedom at last

Replacing the chains with a crown

 

                                 dljbinder2004