As you might know, I moved home 5 weeks ago. I guess that in itself is a significant milestone, after having lived elsewhere for 10 and a half years and now coming back.
But whilst unpacking, I've been sorting through huge boxes, labelled 'photos' and I decided to sort through them and put them into more accessible and manageable storage containers that also don't take up quite so much room.
I have tens of thousands of photos and so I purchased online some storage boxes that would manage and contain this many. So far I have sorted over 2,000 of them.
Taking photos was a hobby of mine since buying a box-brownie from a jumble-sale when I was 8 years old.
I have photos of mine and my family's milestones.
To sort the photos out has been and still is a major task – and it is physically, mentally and emotionally tiring.
Who is that? When was that? Where were we then?
Naturally (I suppose) I've sorted them into chronological chunks – in milestones of age and time, as it were.
Milestones of graduating from one stage of life to another, one house to another, moving up through schools from Juniors to Seniors, to A Levels, to travels, to jobs, to Germany, to University, to marriage, to children…
and then with my own children – the first smiles, teeth, visitors, first steps, outings, first friends, baby brother, first day at nursery etc…
Every first is a milestone.
I have photos of the firsts and the second and the third….
thousands of photos and films
Milestones and moments.
Precious moments.
Every new day is a milestone, full of moments to be cherished.
Precious moments.
His mercies are new every morning.
Every morning is an opportunity for growth and for a first and second chance to change and to grow more like Jesus.
For a second chance and a third and fourth and fifth.
Each time we repent and turn back to Jesus is a milestone and our heavenly father delights as we become more like Jesus.
I wonder if my heavenly Father has an album of photos and precious memories of my milestones too?
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