Vivid

I'm trying something new today.  Each Friday on The Gypsy Mama, she has 5 Minute Friday.  She gives us a word, and we are supposed to just write for 5 minutes - unedited, unplanned, and uncensored.   Here we go....

Vivid.

For some reason, I always associate this word with memories.  As in, "I have such vivid memories of ...".  Sadly, it seems the most vivid memories are unpleasant ones.  I remember vividly seeing my Grannie weeping beside my Granddaddy's casket.  I have a vivid memory of painful times in my past - times of embarrassment or discouragement.

Other memories that I wish I held in greater clarity seem to be more fuzzy.  I wish I could remember exactly how my children sounded in their first cries.  I wish I could remember every word of David's marriage proposal.

I sometimes find myself going to ridiculous lengths to preserve certain memories.  My text message inbox is always at 90% or higher because I can't bear to part with a message in which David says that he loves me.  My voice mailbox contains many recordings of my parents' voices, David's voice, and the last message that Grannie left for me.  I know that someday I won't be able to hear the voices of my parents in person, and I think I will want to hear them somehow.  It's morbid, I know.  But that's the truth.

I want my kids to have vivid *positive* memories.  Is that possible?  I want them to remember vividly picnics and times baking goodies in the kitchen.  I want them to hear my voice ringing in their ears with words of love, encouragement, and faith.  I want them to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that they are loved by the Lord and their parents.  I want that love to be vivid in their hearts.



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