times of old.

this past week I worked on cleaning out my closets...going through boxes that I'd just moved over the past 3 moves, not really knowing what was inside....but this week, I was determined to clean, get rid of things that had no use in my life anymore....
I realized something, memories, whether good or bad, will always have a use in my life. They make me remember where I came from, what I've been through, who held my hand along the way, who's hand I wanted to hold, what guy I had a crush on, what guy broke my heart, where I wanted to go, where I actually went.... they add up to me. simply that.
it was good to reminisce. to find old letters from dear friends I'd forgotten about. to find old journals telling of fun times down in Chico. to find pictures of all the shows I've been too. to find old books that I can still remember lines from that impacted me. this past week 2 friends from my past messaged me on facebook.....and it was so wonderful to hear from them. Steve and Alicia, I have missed your words in my life.
times have changed since then. I have changed. and I hope for the best. I was thinking about that today while driving down Cypress..... I wonder what people think of me. I hope that they feel the love that's in my heart. I hope they see the good in me that I know God has put in me. I hope that they don't think I'm selfish or close-minded. I just hope they know I want to be known as someone that loves and someone that serves.
love and serve.
that's the call on my life.
loves-a.