Nostalgic...not so much.

Some days I can be a little schmoopy. That is how I describe those feelings that come up every now and then. It can be over something or nothing. I LOVE the fall, the sights, smells and sounds... especially pumpkin spice stuff. Without fail one of those will trigger a warm fuzzy memory. Scents and songs take me back in time instantly. My senses go into overload as I am transported to another era and local. As I sat here revelating on just such nonsenses this afternoon I recognized what a trap that is. Those experiences may have been fantastic but God is doing a new thing and if we spend too much time on old things we get stuck. People perish for lack of vision. Make sure you are looking forward. It's okay to build altars to God for the milestones but don't cling to yesterday. It's gone forever and it's not coming back. I once heard a man say Christians raise the dead everyday. We resurrect lives the Lord wants to bury. I am passionate about music, always have been. Nothing gets to me like a song. Daddy wants me singing new songs and not getting caught up in old favorites. Old bread gets musty and moldy and so does the past if we try to keep it around.