Moments for the Heart

We all have a story. Each of us has a unique life; no one has lived our life—no one has lived your life. If someone asked any of us to stand up and recount even a week of our life, no two would be the same. But this is a good thing.

A few years ago when I was a truck driver, I saw this lone fireplace on a lease road where I was picking up a load. So many thoughts swam through my head; the main one was, what happened to the house? Was it a fire? Storm damage? Old age?

Then I began to wonder what stories that fireplace held. What did the person or family do in front of it? I know my family had many stories in front of ours. I remember the crackling of the wood as the fire burned, the glow of the embers, the smell of the smoke. Did those who lived there have these memories? And where are they today?

Do locations like this hold memories for you? Maybe it’s not a fireplace. Perhaps you had a swimming pool or even a den in your home where the family gathered. If you have a special moment, I would love to hear about it below. Shared memories bind us together. It tells us we are more alike than we know. We can laugh together, we can cry together, we can heal together.