Monday's Memory -- or not

Today I'm dry from tears cried and I have no new words. So I'm going to simply post a reading that was shared last night at the tribute for Randy and LaJuana and leave that as my post for today. Kind of fitting that I normally do a memory on Mondays...today I'll be reflecting on joyful times spent with these dear friends, as well as the painful growing seasons we walked through together.

(don't worry about me though. I'm sad, but I'm well-loved. And I hope to be back to regularly scheduled blogging tomorrow)

Bits and pieces.
Bits and pieces.

People. People important to you, people unimportant to you, cross your life, touch it with love or carelessness and move on. There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why you ever came into contact with them. There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of remorse and wonder why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole. Children leave parents; friends leave friends. Acquaintances move on. People change homes. People grow apart. Enemies hate and move on. Friends love and move on. You think on the many who have moved into your hazy memory. You look on those present and wonder.
I believe in God’s master plan in lives. He moves people in and out of each other’s lives, and each leaves his mark on the other. You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you would be less if they had not touched.
Pray God that you accept the bits and pieces in humility and wonder, and never question,
and never regret.

Bits and pieces
Bits and pieces.

Lois A. Cheney, (God is no Fool, 1969)