Do you ever think about how our memory works? I was prompted to wonder about this today. I was reading a Max Lucado book on prayer. In the notes at the end of the book was a line from an old hymn. Almost immediately that song was singing through my mind.
To Canaan’s land I’m on my way
Where the soul of man never dies
(lines I don’t remember)]
No fond farewells, no tear-stained eyes
Where all is peace and rest
And the soul of man never dies
I haven’t sung or heard that song in years. Yet there it was, echoing through my mind. I suspect if I were to go to the piano, I’d be able to play it. That might prompt those forgotten lines to my mind.
Memory … what a wonderful thing!