IMG_9253The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind.  Isaiah 65:17

When we sold the house our kids were raised in, I took one last walk through the home. Within these walls, three little girls had grown up. I remembered Christmas gatherings, good-night prayers, plays in the basement, prom pictures, soccer parties, rock music, and the smell of fingernail polish. But there had been painful memories too. Here, my oldest daughter had battled a terminal illness and in this space, I had grieved her loss.

As I closed the front door, I walked away with an indescribable peace. I would take my precious remembrances with me. But my grief, at least the worst of it, needed to stay behind.

Lent is a time of examination. It’s a season to ask: What do I need to leave behind?

But Jesus invites us to ask an equally important question:

What am I called to take with me?

© By Nancy Jo Sullivan
Photo by Deb Keller, CCW