Remembering Her

Go back in time. You are sixteen, just transferred from another school. You enter the classroom and see her for the first time.

Think about that moment. How her hair, her eyes, her cheeks playfully caught the cool September light entering through the classroom windows that day.

Think about the staggering effortlessness of her smile, and how, decades later, the thought of that smile can still send chills down your spine.

Think about the Creator, and how He has cataloged — for every single living being — an infinite amount of moments like these.

Go back in time. Recall, and know that nothing will remain, that all will turn to dust. But He will be here — remembering everything: how you entered the classroom that day, and how her smile changed your life forever.