Buechner talks about the importance of recording the simple and mundane events of life. I couldn't agree more, particularly because he doesn't feel the need to go on and on about the events. Yesterday as I was driving in the snow and slop to get Benaiah at Drake, I was listening to "The Call" and one of the lines of a song was "death makes memories of us all"... indeed. -- DRS
Even the most cursory of diaries
can be of incalculable value. What the weather was doing. Who we ran
into on the street. The movie we saw. The small boy at the dentist's
office. The dream.
Just a handful of the
barest facts can be enough to rescue an entire day from oblivion—not
just what happened in it, but who we were when it happened. Who the
others were. What it felt like back then to be us.
"Our years come to an
end like a sigh . . . " says Psalm 90, "so teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom" (w. 9,12).
It is a mark of wisdom
to realize how precious our days are, even the most uneventful of them.
If we can keep them alive by only a line or so about each, at least we
will know what we're sighing about when the last of them comes.
~ Originally published in Beyond Words
