It was then that I realised...I'm not going to be able to keep the messages stored in my phone, and I didn't have the time to transfer them out.
I cringed at that thought.
To lose all those messages....it means something to me as I looked back at it. All the way from last year..the messages from people who have left a mark in my life, but no longer in sight. It was really a sweet feeling to the heart and soul receiving the messages from them....to know that they still reserve a part of their heart for me.
But also....messages that have left a scar were to be lost as well. The messages that have burdened my heart, as my eyes read them into my heart...to see them coming out of people whom you wish you never have to hear it from. Messages that are too painful to read, and shuts one up from within.
Somehow...all those messages have become a part of my life and memory. Whether is it joy inducing, or pain inflicting...it's a gentle nudge to my heart, of the lives I had once shared in, as well as the days He has walked me through.
But as reluctant as I am to lose them...somehow, there's a faint whisper from within...
Would this be part of the route of a new beginning?
Would the release of my grasp upon those good and bad memories, finally free my calloused hands to be open for Him?
To receive more of what He has?
