I have a hard time with my cousin. She is a prolific writer and her narratives always make me cry. Not weep, I mean really cry. It amazes me how she went from that grammar school brat to the woman she is today. It might not sound like it, but I love her dearly.
Memories are in the memory sticks of our mind. They are made up of the good, the bad and the ugly. All of them are needed to keep us between the guardrails of the remaining miles of our journey. They tell us we were here and there must of necessity be a there. Life must be spelled out in a book with its different chapters.
Revelation 20:12
And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Then another book was opened, which is the book of life. And the dead were judged by what was written in the books, according to what they had done.
If you are saved, you are not going to stand before this judgment. Your works are to be judged as a child of God at the judgment seat of Christ, which will be for the purpose of rewards (see 2 Cor. 5:10).
Give this some thought.
Gary