I haven’t been in Memphis in years.
Way too long.
I planned a visit several times but something always came up. Something that seemed more important at the time.
Now, as I sit and look around at Aunt Jo Anne, Uncle John and a room full of cousins, I realize that those things weren't so important after all.
Praise God for the love and joy I feel in this room. For the shared stories and the laughter. For the pictures from long ago.
I pray that my priorities never get quite so messed up again!
What do you cherish about your time with family?