My book of remembrance.
It’s not like HIS book of remembrance, which is brimming with stories of forgiveness and redemption.
It’s not like HIS book of remembrance, which tells of stories that owe their existence to the greatest love story ever told.
No, no, my book of remembrance is insignificant compared to HIS. My book is certainly not grand by any stretch of the imagination.
Nonetheless, I do have a book of remembrance.
My book of remembrance is filled with the sweetest of memories from when I was just a wee, little lass. Filled with far-reaching memories of people and experiences that have changed me profoundly.
It even has silly memories of my preschool friend, Nina, who taught me that smiling is always the best policy.
Even through the tears after your mommy drops you off at school.
Even through the tears of breaking up with your boyfriend.
Even through the tears of losing your job.
Even through the tears that God only sees.
Yes, this book holds life lessons from people like Nina who may not even remember me, or whom I haven’t seen in many moons.
These very same people may believe that they have never made a difference to anyone. That their lives have no significance or meaning.
Oh, but if only they knew about my book of remembrance. If only they could read its pages to see how much they have impacted me.
If only they could see how much life is worth living because of what they taught me.
If only they could see that their wisdom is more priceless than Solomon’s jewels.
If only they could see that their reach stretches beyond the annals of time.
If only they could see how God shifted my course in life through them.
In fact, there are whole chapters devoted to you both.
The pages where you are found are lovingly bookmarked, highlighted and worn to the touch.
In case no one ever told either of you…
In case you doubt your role in this life…
In case you forget why you’re here…
Know that your lives are part of a rich tapestry of stories that eternally matter.
Stories that matter to me.
Stories that matter to Him.
Stories worth remembering.