Remembering

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are.”  Frederick Buechner

 

Article by Mary Be a Sullivan, edited by Dee DeWitt

 

How often do we take time to remember the people who have made a difference in our lives?

 

Take a moment and think back to a time when you were going through a rough patch and someone stepped in to make a difference in a significant way …

 

Maybe it was a teacher who noticed you were having trouble “fitting in” and she helped you feel safe.  Or perhaps it was a neighbor who noticed you were sad and she took the time to listen to your troubles.  If we stop and think about it long enough the list of kindnesses we have received in our lifetimes are innumerable.

 

Wouldn’t it be nice just to remember a few?

 

So … go ahead.  Take just minute and REMEMBER someone who has been good to you.  What did he or she do that touched you deeply?  How did you respond to their kindness?  Have you ever told them how they made a difference?  Would you want to tell them again?

 

If you haven’t ever told that person the impact they have had on you, would you want to now?  If you do, feel free to let us know how it went.  Remembering … a way to relive the gift.  Acknowledging … a way to share the gift!

 

Who do you remember?

 

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are.  It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us.  It means that if we meet again, you will know me.  It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.  When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist.  When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation.  When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way.

If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone.  Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom” the good thief said from his cross.  There are perhaps no more human words in all of Scripture, no prayer we can pray so well.
-Frederick Buechner

 

Mary Bea Sullivan is the author of Dancing Naked Under the Moon – Uncovering the Wisdom Within, a compelling story about her pilgrimage toward wholeness.  She facilitates spiritual retreats and workshops for women’s groups and faith communities.  Mary Bea lives with her husband, Malcolm Marler, and their yellow (white really) lab, Daisy, on Smith Lake in Alabama. For more information about Mary Bea Sullivan and her work, please visit www.MaryBeaSullivan.com.

 

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Posted on 17 February, 2010 in Gratitude, Making the Day Count
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