My mother at the age of 97 has decided to sell her house in Seibert Colorado that I grew up in.  My dad built the house when I was 4 and I lived in it until I graduated from high school and moved away for college.  It was in our family for 63 years and now it is on the market to sell.

A few days ago I flew back to Denver to help my sister clean it out to get ready to sell.  My job was to clean out the shed and the garage which I did for the most part.

The shed contained old empty wooden boxes that dad collected from the 40s and 50s with ammo shells stamped on the sides.  Wooden saw horses were sitting on top of each other that I had used many times to build forts and create stories to pass the time as a child.

Also in this shed was my red American Flyer wagon.

It took me back to a time when my grandpa Miller built a wooden camper to put on top of this wagon. It had a tilted roof with a door on the back that you could close.  I would back it up with blankets, a toy gun, some food, and go on a pretend hunt for deer and other animals as my dad had done.

The memories are so vivid that I still can see them in my mind even as I write this jlog.  This day brought back fond memories that I will always cherish. The house will be gone and the wagon will be gone, but the memories will remain.

Memories that we hold on to can be good memories or bad memories. Sometimes the past memories that we have are not memories that we chose but were made for us.

We do have a choice in the kind of memories that we make today and tomorrow.  We can let go of the bad memories and begin today to make memories that we cherish and think fondly of. The Apostle Paul says to forget what lies behind and press on to what lies before.

On our journey we can begin today to live in such a way so that the memories of our past will be remembered and cherished for years to come.