Something I wonder today is this:
Is there some way, some concrete method, of determining whether a "memory" is in fact a memory, and not just some strange imagining? If so, how does a person go about doing so? And what of the answer? What if the answer is "yes?" Then what? Does knowing that this memory is indeed factual impact life? Is the impact worth it? Is there a benefit to knowing?
But what if the answer is "no?" Then what? How does a person who "remembers" something so vividly go on to accept that this "memory" is in fact "imagination." Does the fact that their imagination "got away" need to be addressed? And what would inspire one's mind to create such things?
That's what's on my mind at the moment. I'll write more later regarding something that's on my mind regarding God. :)
I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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