My trip to Italy in 2010 gave me many of these moments. While in Italy, we visited Cortona, a small Tuscan village. On a sunny day, we went hiking to a monastery where Francis of Assisi had once lived. In my mind's eye, I can feel the unseasonably warm sun of that fall day, and the cold stones of his simple cell. I can remember all over again the simplicity and peace of the monastery grounds and if I close my eyes, I can see the greens and browns of it as vividly as if I stood there now.
Most importantly, the memory of God's closeness I felt that day is not part of a distant narrative for me. I felt it strongly then and whenever I pull out this memory and see it in my mind's eye, that feeling comes back again as vivid as before. And I cannot help wondering if this life of photographs in vivid color is how God reminds me of where He has taken me and how He has been with me.
This was written in five minutes with no editing for Five Minute Fridays over at The Gypsy Mama.