Isn’t it amazing how little things can mean so much, especially as we get older. I just picked up a pen from the vast assortment of pens on my desk (You really wouldn’t believe how many), and it brought back a flood of memories. The pen I hold in my hand belonged to my mother. It’s likely that she used this very pen to write some of the letters she sent me before she died. Naturally it is something I treasure. I can’t write with it without thinking about her.
There are many other pens on and around my desk that bring back memories—the Mont Blanc that belonged to Bro. Ray DeMasters, the hand-crafted wood pen from one of my deacons, several from my wife, and many more, each holding a memory. But this one reminds me of mother.
Now, before you get too bored, I’ll get to the point. I’m not writing about pens or parents. I simply want you to think about the fact that your loved ones won’t be here forever. Take advantage of every opportunity to show your love. Think about it!