Moment to Moment . . .

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow
will worry about its own things. . . ."
Matthew 6:34

Don't allow precious moments to be lost.
Take time to write in your journal, remembering even
the smallest details can be fun in years to come
... collect pictures and memoriabillia ...
Don't let time steal these treasures from you.

Imagined by
MISTY

Why is it true, I've often asked,
though I try to hold them tight. . .
that lovely thoughts and feelings
flutter quickly out of sight?

Remembering the soft and loving touch
of one I held so dear . . .
or the memory of a voice that spoke
the words I longed to hear.
The softest touch, the sweetest kiss . . .
the most precious of my dreams.
I think they're mine . . .
. . . and then they're not . . .
or is that just the way it seems?

Is it God's way of reminding us . . .
to cherish each and every gift,
before it fades from our hearts . . .
then from our memories drifts.

Moment to moment . . .
our lives we live.
Moment to moment . . .
our gifts we give.

So while the moment is yours . . .
while it's still today's,
Hold it and keep it . . .
and pray that it stays.
Pen on paper, remembering the day.
Each smile, each touch . . .
On the paper they'll stay.

When you long to relive a moment in time,
open the pages, . . . wander the lines.

Each letter, each moment
belongs only to you.
You wrote knowing one day . . .
this is just what you'd do.

Sitting and dreaming . . .
remembering the times
when you took your pen to the
paper and wrote down each line.

Memories escape and often they fade . . .
But there is a place where you hold them
forever they're laid . . .
Because you took pen and paper in hand
and turned them to treasures. . .
not written in sand.

But rather they're scrolled
in this dear, special book . . .
where your heart can go searching
and knows just where to look . . .

. . . .Memories, feelings, laughter and tears.
Moment by moment . . .
they turned into years.