Memory

I know you've lost someone you love; a brother, a sister, a mother, a father, a friend. I know how much it hurts. Every day it hurts.

Death has an inimitable sting.

But let me tell you some bittersweet good news.

No. The pain doesn't go away. I won't lie. But the memories, those rock-solid, vivid totems of thought that come rushing back when you least expect them, they will soon accompany and even eclipse your pain.

A familiar smell, a song on the radio, a beam of light through a dirty windshield as you cross that certain intersection will soon bring your loved one back to you in ways you never could have imagined on that dark day in the church. Those neglected memories will relentlessly force the pain to one side so that you can give them their due.

Whoever it is you are remembering, whoever you mourn with each setting sun, I challenge you to let sweet memory eclipse the pain.

Today, my deep hurt takes a back seat. Today I remember Andy.


"In my memory
I can still see that face
In my memory
I can still hear the voice
I remember talking with you
The stories I could tell
In my memory, I remember you still

You gave the poet words to speak
You were the sun to warm my days
You put us in each others hands
You gave me love before I asked

In my memory
I can still see that face
In my memory
I can still hear the voice
I remember talking with you
The stories I could tell
In my memory, I remember you still

I feel my heart will surely break
I've taken all that I can take
You were the light for me to see
You were the sky that covered me

In my memory
I can still see that face
In my memory
I can still hear the voice
I remember talking with you
For hours by the well
In my memory, I remember you still

In my memory I can still see the eyes
In my memory
I can still feel your touch
I remember talking with you
The stories I could tell
In my memory, I remember you still"

- The Call

Note: I thank God that He allows me to enjoy sweet memories of my loved ones passed away. But I thank Him all the more that the resurrection of His son Jesus is more than just a memory. For all those who follow Him to eternal life, we know, “Death has been swallowed up in victory,” and we can say together, “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”