Relics in a book

     This morning, as I went to grab my writing tablet, I noticed some colored papers sticking out of a book. I pulled the book out and read each of the weathered papers that wouldn't let my attention go away. As I opened up each one, a tear swelled up in my eye. I thought to myself, "thank you God for letting me save this memory". A relic, a memory touched by people I haven't seen in years and some I won't see again until God willing, I see them in Heaven. 

     Handmade, multi-colored drawings and cards are cherished relics to me that I will keep in my books on the shelf. To lift my memories when they start to fade away. To reminisce about moments that only they and I have shared. Touched by their hands. Kissed by their thoughts and given to me with Love on days long ago. 

     Keep some relics of your memories in books. Try not to throw too many of them away. Even though the dust builds upon them, you can still read new life into them as you remember an old life gone by. 

     Seems like bad news is all we ever hear about sometimes. But that's just what it is. "Seems". Our memories are our happy place and my relics in the books get me there whenever I want. The dark skies open up to Sunshine and the presence of God can appear with shining New Hope. 

     That's where I want to stay.