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     Memories are like rocks. There are millions of them everywhere. If you collect rocks, like I do, you will find yourself surrounded by jars and jars of them. Like rocks, our memories are everywhere. If you collect the good ones and think about them daily, you will be renewed with the positive energy they are made of. They are beautiful and a gift from God, because they make us feel good. Remembering is powerful.  God knew that when he gave us our memories. Science confirms the theme of “change your mind,” which runs throughout the bible. Our minds are the single most powerful gift from Him.

Do not copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.
-Romans 12:2 (New Living Translation)

     Like those jars of countless Petoskey stones and blue slags that I collect every year on Lake Michigan, I am gathering my memories to pass onto my family and friends and to simply make myself smile, and yes, to transform my mind, daily. I invite you to follow along, hoping they will put a smile on your face and who knows…maybe you will begin collecting too! 
                                                
One of Many



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