Today I went to funeral of my friend, Dot Sturdy. She was one half of a loving couple who were regular greeters at my former church. She was beautiful both inside and out. I will always remember her kind and loving words on those Sunday mornings.
As I read the poem above, I think of God's forgiveness and how we are to follow His example. Love doesn't keep a record of wrongs. Why do we in life harbor bitterness and in the end realize what time we lost?
Our memories are our own...nobody can change them or take them. You choose what to remember. We all want to be remembered well so forget the petty stuff that doesn't amount to a hill of beans. Love one another in both thought and deed.
