Memories For A New Year

Memories For A New Year

I don’t know if it’s just me, but coming home for Christmas tends to bring out my introspective side. The minute I walk through the door of my childhood home, the memories flood over me, wrapping me in warm blankets of familiarity and coaxing a settled smile to my lips.

Home.

A word. A place. A group of people. All represented by feelings–some good and some bad. Some you want to relive over and over again, and others you wish could be erased from your memory.

My childhood was a happy one filled with laughter and weekends spent with friends. The same house I came home to as a baby is the same house I now sit in next to a large Christmas tree, its lights blinking gently on and off again. On and off. Causing me to think. To remember.

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Flickr by Torrey Wiley

I have to wonder though, as I grow older and life changes, what will I remember in the next five years? Ten? Twenty? Will I always feel as if life is rushing past and I’m not quite catching up? Will I ever “arrive”? Do I even know what that means?

Today I spent time with best friends from childhood. These girls, now women, have known me the longest and there’s a sense of deep attachment that resonates between us all. Friends. Sisters. We’ve grown up now, each living our own lives, and yet here we meet. At home once again.

But what is home? That existential question that lingers at the back of our minds. We’re continually asking, Is where I am, where I’m supposed to be?

I think the answer to that question is yes. And no.

Yes, in the sense that where I am–where we are–is exactly where we’re supposed to be. And no, in the mere fact that we will never be what we hope, but we’ll always be more than we’d imagined.

It’s like Christ coming to earth. We expected grandeur. We expected pomp and festivity and governmental upheaval. What we got was the unexpected. A lowly birth, a manger with hay, a screaming child. And yet what He accomplished was so much more than we could have imagined or hoped for.

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Flickr by MTSOfan

For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost. – Luke 19:10

The lost. Not those who had it together, or those who knew what they wanted, but those who were lost. Like sheep. Like children. Like the sinners we are.

So, now is the perfect opportunity. With the New Year approaching, it’s time to remember. The good and the bad. What we expected to happen and what did happen.

Then to set our minds to the present. To live in light of His salvation, in hopes of His return, and daily in the love He has bestowed on us, for us, and through us to others. Let our memories be the spring board to rocket us into a New Year filled with His glorious purpose far better than anything we could have chosen for ourselves.

 

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Comments

  1. Glenn Hervieux says:

    Emily, your reflections and questions are those many of us have at this time of the year. And the older you get, the more you will reflect on these things, I think. I’m glad you’re asking those questions now at your age. At 57, the times of my life feel shorter, the pressures more intense to make the most of what time and opportunities to live with purpose and greater love come my way. The monuments of the past are a source of joy, sorrow, laughter, and tears. Death is a reality that is invading my life (ex. my mother just died after several years in a skilled nursing facility), as well as new life and joy in the birth of a grandchild in a few months. It’s a strange, but wonderful place to be. I’m definitely reflecting on where I’ve been, who I’ve been and who I am now, and where I’m going. And to be honest, coming to terms with these things seems more of a challenge now than ever.

    So, it’s good, to look behind for a bit and enjoy the good and sorrow over losses, and then look work on doing a better job of living in the present with a view to the future. For me, my concern is that I not let the past and whatever choices and circumstances that are a part of that past overwhelm me…and find peace and contentment in this present time. Thankfully, God keeps extending His hand of grace, constantly hoping we will feel overtaken in mind, spirit, and action by all He has for us. And with tears in my eyes, I pray the last paragraph of your post…to the praise of His glorious grace.

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