Memory Lane

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On these pre-summer evenings before it gets too hot, I love to drive my convertible with the top down as I soak in the evening air. It’s absolutely enchanting.

Invariably I am transported back to days gone by. Nights spent with loved ones as we drove down the Miami strip to see all the hotel lights, enjoying the sound of water breaking against the restraining wall of Biscayne Bay, walking the soft sands of Daytona beach, watching a storm approach in the horizon, the picturesque streets of New Orleans, fall in Gainesville, the fog washing over the Blue Ridge mountains and more.

Our precious families gift us with nights to remember and I thank God for every one of them. Memories are steps to heaven and some day, I will reach the top. Until then…

they live on in flashbacks of love and they are missed.

I thank my God every time I remember you. Philippians 1:3

 

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