Ramblings

Ok, so I haven’t written anything in awhile, Between car trouble, Church retreats, and Brother Taylor in Africa until the end of the month things have been kind of frantic lately. I know that is not a good excuse but it’s the only one I have.
So in order to pacify my children I will just ramble on for awhile until I am able to come up with something a little more structured.
Although Brother Taylor has gone many times I still feel a weight of responsibility just in the extra preaching and classes. Not just the time spent studying but the responsibility of sharing the word of God and trying to give the people what they need to grow and be edified.
We lost a grandchild to a miscarriage, although I never met him I still feel a sense of loss and am looking forward to seeing him in heaven.
My Grandpa passed away, I thank God for the assurance from my Uncle that he had been genuinely saved.
I stood in front of his casket and saw a picture of his old auto body shop and a flood of memories came rushing back to me of the summer I spent in Waco when I was around 13 years old. This is the first time this has ever happened to me. I thought it only happened in the movies but I actually stood there and began to remember things about that summer I had forgotten. I remembered John who worked for my Grandpa, I remembered stories my Uncle Rick told me, and staying at his house. I remembered my Grandpa’s shop and his office.
I am not sure of the physical or psychological reason that we forget so many things and something can trigger so many memories, but if I might wax philosophical for a moment I know that those memories cause me many times to be sad but thankful for those who loved me and were an influence in my life.
As I have said before, I don’t have much choice but to share memories because most of the exciting stuff happened to me when I was younger. My kids recently told me that I should write down all of the stories I tell. I am reluctant to do this partly because I sometimes remember things differently than others. It’s not that anyone is lying it is just that stories tend to change over the years. So I don’t know who would read my stories but my children, but perhaps that’s reason enough.