Recycling waste is critical to saving
the physical environment; so why couldn't recycling especially tender
and moving memories contribute to saving souls?
Twenty years I was helping my wife
raise two talented toddlers. I found pure joy and spiritual
satisfaction in wrestling with them in the family room, chasing them
around the playground, and reading a few scriptures every night with
them after dinner. I was warned by much more senior and experienced
parents to cherish these moments because they would be lost forever
when the innocence of youth transformed into the hormones and doubts
of young adulthood.
Now I'm still helping my wife raise two
hopeful and maturing adults in their mid-twenties. I've been
spending unexpected but wholly welcomed time with my married son and
his wife as they plan their lives together and look forward to
finding their place in the workforce and raising a family of their
own. I just finished spending an action-packed, ennobling weekend
with my young adult daughter as she eagerly embraced prophetic
counsel offered at General Conference. My soul seemed to recognize
the same pure joy and spiritual satisfaction I embraced two decades
ago spending time with these two toddlers. I was recycling memories
and strengthening my own soul in the process.
They say that you can't go back; but
they didn't say you couldn't recycle. So I've decided to efficiently
recycle the memories of my offspring's youth and enjoy embracing
their current accomplishments.
Recycling is the right thing to do.
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