Magical Memories

Dusk in the Smokies

That November evening was clear and cool. Early darkness had settled in, as happens on the cusp of winter.  The park, nestled in the Smoky Mountains, was lit, seemingly just for us. Very few people were there that night. The trees twinkled with Christmas lights, music filled the air, the sweet taste of warm chocolate chip cookies and steaming cups of hot chocolate felt good to both the body and soul.

My aunt was visiting, and she, along with my mother and six year old son, made my evening complete. Every light, every sound was just for us….the beauty was ours to savor.

The previous year had been a struggle, learning how to live as a widow…my new role in life….but, that night…..was different.

That evening was a special celebration–a time to enjoy. That evening God granted me time to delight, to feel, to really see and just be in the moment. I still hold that special time close to my heart, over a decade later.

Memories are something I am thankful for.

*******************************************************************************

This day I am thankful for:

* good memories that continue to make me smile

* hard memories that I learned something from

* the opportunity for second chances

* eggs for breakfast

* the opportunity to go to Finders Keepers one more time before the stored closed

* pets, I love my animals so much!

* old friendships renewed

* painting word pictures

* lunch out with my husband

* chores completed

* my head on a soft pillow

* new objects to decorate with

* warm sunshine

* things I look forward to

As Easter Approaches

The Great Smoky Mountains near Gatlinburg, Ten...

Image via Wikipedia

Even though I was born and raised as a Maryland girl, as an adult, I lived in east Tennessee for twenty-three years. Knoxville was my home, only forty-five minutes from Dolly Parton‘s family “stompin’ grounds”. I had family passes to her amusement and water parks. I loved Sevierville, Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg.

East Tennessee is a beautiful part of the country….in the foothills of the  Great Smoky Mountains.

Dolly Parton has held a “soft spot” in my heart for many years.

Now, you might be thinking what in the world does any of that have to do with Easter? Well…..nothing really…except that one of my favorite songs, sung by Dolly, is about Easter. She sings about the risen Savior. He is alive!

Every time I listen to this song, I get goosebumps.

He’s Alive! Sung by Dolly at the 1989 CMA awards.

He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word. And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. Then said Jesus unto them, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see me.
Matthew 28: 6-10 KJV

He is risen; he is not here.”
Mark 16:6

 

***As we walk toward Easter, won’t you join us? Click on the Walk With Him Wednesday graphic on my right side bar.***