Because Memories Change

Here’s what happened. All three of us saw it.

How we each remembered it, at first:

How we each interpreted it, over time:

How our brains responded:

Where our hearts landed:

Why? What did we tell ourselves?


“As we think, we change the physical nature of our brain. As we consciously direct our thinking, we can wire out toxic patterns of thinking and replace them with healthy thoughts.”

—Dr. Caroline Leaf, Switch on Your Brain

Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.

—Romans 12:2 NLT

“Summing it all up, friends, I’d say you’ll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse.”

—Philippians 4:8 MSG 

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.”

—Proverbs 4:23

“See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the elemental spiritual forces of this world rather than on Christ.”

—Colossians 2:8


And in an eggshell, here are posts from earlier this week, which all dovetail with the one above. Let’s imagine we’re outside around a campfire, under a full moon, talking about how.

Things a barn kitty knows.
I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children.”
Luke 10:21


Mud in the water.
(Bertrand Creek)
“And that water is a picture of baptism, which now saves you, not by removing dirt from your body, but as a response to God from a clean conscience.”
—1 Peter 3:21


Canary Grass Concerto
(see the musical score?)

“This is my Father’s world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres…

…He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.”

This is My Father’s World by Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901


A synesthete’s melody.
(Love heard with our eyes.)
“And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it. . . “
—Psalm 40:3

Blessings on your week, friends. I’m so glad you’re here.


Watching Nature, Seeing Life: Through His Creation, God Speaks

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