Sunday, March 11, 2012
Each night before bed I go into Jonah's room and just think about him for a minute. Sometimes I pick up his neatly folded blankets, and smell them. I hold them to my cheeks and try to remember how it felt to hold my boy in my arms, and how he smelled after a day playing in the sun. But the attempt is feeble. And the truth is...I can't remember. I find myself wondering why God would give me a brain that is so weak and so quick to forget?
The other day a memory came back to me. It hit me as I was teaching my mom and tot art class. I leaned over the back of one of my young students to grab a marker from the table. Instantly, the sweet puppy dog smell of his little blond head brought Jonah to me. It was as if my memory of his smell had been locked away, imprisoned, and this similar scent was the key. I restrained myself from burrowing my nose into the little boy's hair, but I did linger for a moment and welcome the warm memory of Jonah into my heart. It made me cry to remember him so well.
I realized then, that my memory was not lost. My view changed and I saw my mind as a beautifully designed safe, instead of a black hole.
It is clear to me now that, if I had the ability to live my past through perfect memory I would never move forward. I would feel content to remain in the past. I think I understand now that forgetting, is not the disposal of memory. I believe the beautiful moments I have with Jonah are with me, they are woven into me, and they are available to me when I need them. If those moments were always at the forefront of my mind I would have no power or desire to progress. I would be mesmerized by the beauty of another time and another place.
I know that I have not forgotten Jonah, but rather that my sweet memories of him are being stored away, deep in my heart, for safekeeping.
Wherever you are, whatever your circumstances may be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you may feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you with an infinite love. Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Posted by Julie Hall at 5:03 PM