PRECIOUS MEMORIES
The author of Precious Memories Hymn was J. B. F. Wright.
How blest we are if our past brings to mind precious memories of family--of mother and father, of brothers and sisters, of things we did at family gatherings, at church, at parties, holidays, even the boo-boos we made and the lessons learned were precious indeed.
Thank you, Heavenly Father, for giving us precious memories of our family, our friends, places we saw, and things we did.
Precious mem'ries, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.
Thank you especially for my dear sweet Mother who taught us to love you and obey you. She instilled in us a love for the Word of God and helped us to grow in our Christian experience and develop a Christ-like character. Because of her, I have sweet, pleasant and most precious memories.
Precious mem'ries, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
I have precious memories of my Dad, who worked hard and provided for his family. We were never hungry; we had plenty to eat. In the corn planting season, he toiled from sunrise to sunset in the fields. Our job was to chase the crows that came to the field to feast on the planted seeds. My Dad was such a great cook and did most of the cooking when we were growing up. My mother took care of patients who came to our house.
Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
Precious memories were the times we spent at church, going to Vacation Bible School and Sunday School, learning our memory verses, reciting in front of the whole congregation the books of the Bible from Genesis to Revelation and reciting them backwards. Funny, I retained the order of the books from Genesis to Revelation, but couldn't recite them backwards.
Precious memories also were the times we spent at Junior Choir Practice. We learned many children's songs to praise and honor our Heavenly Father. I remember the songs we used to sing--The B-I-B-L-E, Deep and Wide, Climb, Climb Up Sunshine Mountain, Only a Boy Named David, I Will Make You Fishers of Men, Zacchaeus, One Door and Only One, Isn't He Wonderful? It's Bubbling in My Soul, The Wise Man and the Foolish Man. Oh, what a joy to sing praises to the Lord!
I will never forget the tireless efforts spent by many people to make it possible for us, who lived quite a ways from the church, to attend Junior Choir. I remember a young Air Force guy named Farmer who drove a convertible jeep to haul us to church. We enjoyed the ride, standing up and holding on to the bars, singing at the top of our voices as the wind blew through our faces and drowning out our voices as the jeep traveled at what seemed to us an incredibly fast speed. How could we forget such happy times!
Precious mem'ries, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
The times we played Sunday School at home were precious memories. I was the teacher and my younger siblings were the students. We sang the songs we learned at Junior Choir, and we played Bible drill. Bible Drill was a game where the teacher called out a Bible text, and the first one to find it was the winner and received one point. The person with the most points at the end of the game was the winner. We were new in church, and we never played the game before but we caught on fast, and my siblings and I won many a times. The winner received a prize (usually bubble gum, a pack of Doublement chewing gum and candies) at the end of class.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear;
Old-time singing, gladness bringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.
Precious memories were the time we (the children in the church) went on a picnic on the beach with adult chaperones. I didn't know how to swim, but I was sitting on a huge rock and my feet were dangling in the cool water. I was having a great time. I remember we had roasted hot dogs and potato salad. I thought it was the best hot dog and potato salad I had ever eaten. There were singing, oh, such sweet singing then. It was fun, and the memory was precious and sweet.
Precious mem'ries, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious are the memories of my Mother, my Pastor, and others who encouraged us to grow in our knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Our pastor was a lady named Miss Jones. Oh, she was a lovely soul who loved the Lord dearly. Her invitational appeals at the end of her sermons would move anyone to tears.
As I travel on life's pathway,
Know not what the years may hold;
As I ponder, hope grows fonder,
Precious mem'ries flood my soul.
Precious memories were the times I and my siblings accepted Christ as our personal Lord and Saviour. Then we were baptized at Ylig River and became members of the Yigo General Baptist Church. The angels in Heaven sang for joy at this special event. We had made our very first public confession of an inward spiritual experience! What a joy! What precious memories indeed!
Precious mem'ries, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Thank you, Heavenly Father, for answering the prayers and supplications on behalf her children that Mother, like the Patriarch Job, petitioned your throne of grace. It was her prayers, her counsels, her wisdom, her instructions that molded us and guided us throughout our lives and helped us become the people that we are today.
Help us all, Heavenly Father, stay in a saving relationship with Jesus for only then will we be in Heaven with Him for all eternity. We want to meet our precious loved ones and once again share happy times throughout the eternal ages. Let none miss out the joy of your Presence!
Precious mem'ries, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
I pray, Heavenly Father, that our children and grandchildren will stay close to you. Help them to do their best, to help others, to love you and obey you and serve you all the days of their lives. Help them to have precious memories of their childhood just as I did. Their happy times today will be their tomorrow's precious memories.
If you are reading this page and your memories of the past were not as precious as they should have been, I pray that our Heavenly Father help you redeem the past by making the most of your time TODAY doing pleasant things for others. Sharing God's blessings with others today would inevitably be tomorrow's sweet and precious memories.
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