If I close my eyes, I can still hear it.
The smooth, refined piano playing coming from the living room after a stressful day.
How soothing it was in the evening. It was her way of winding down, but it ingrained something deep into the hearers. Something more precious than she would ever know. It ingrained a memory. a sweet memory. One that will be treasured forever! Oh how I wish I could hear the playing that brought so much peace to my soul in those times of need... those memories from yesterday and yet so long ago. . . And yet if I close my eyes and soar back I can still hear, faintly in the background, the sweet playing of my sweet mother. I can still feel the peace that overwhelmed my soul when she sat down to play. I can still imagine singing along as she played some of our favorite hymns.
MEMORIES. This precious gift that can never be replaced or taken away. MEMORIES. Something that I will cherish forever. Something I can share with those who never knew her. sweet MEMORIES.
I thank God for these memories that are sweet to me like honey. And I pray that I will never take them or any of the other sweet things in this life for granted.
Life is but a vapor. Let us look around and cherish the ones around us. . . before the vapor is gone.
Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.
~ Psalm 126:5
