Memories come in many forms. Some things we truly remember and other things are psudo memories, the kind we get from seeing a photo or hearing stories. Do you realy remember those things or are they someone elses memories we have barrowed. How ever they come they are all treasured, the good and the bad all make up a part of who we are.

As Rodney and I took time out this past month to pray about the Lords desires for this coming year many memories flooed my mind. I realised that sometimes my memories can hold me hosage and even keep me form focusing on what God has for me now.

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