I was three years old when that photographer came around taking pictures. It was 1955 and I was the youngest of eight. My oldest sister had me on her lap with my hair all combed, which just wasn’t natural. The photographer put up a white sheet for a background and told us to smile and most did. Of all the pictures I possess, that is one of my favorites, just a snapshot in time.
Over the past four years, I have been giving you pictures contained in my memory bank. They are just snapshots in time and time is running out. We can’t go back there, so we should consider some of the snapshots we’ve been given of the future.
Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
“Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.
Give it some thought.
Gary