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 This week's assignment is to share a piece of your past.  The assignment is to post a baby picture and share a special Scripture that reminds you of your past. Each piece of our childhood years plays an important part of in who we are today.

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The one scripture that reminds me of being a little girl is the first one I memorized. Being brought up in the denomination that I was...we all remembered this verse first and foremost.

"Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost." Acts 2:38

I don't have a lot of memories of my childhood. God has healed my mind and my heart and  each year since I have been able to remember a bit  more about the good years as a child. I know there are many good memories and I thank God for bringing them back to me one day at a time.

I loved my big brothers although I didn't always act like it. Ya know, the normal girl stuff like tattling and whining and such. Singing to the all the commercials even when they would beg me stop. Just so I got their attention is all that mattered to me.  They loved to aggravate and tease me and of course they taught me how to be tough. They let me play GI Joe although I could only be the nurse and somehow the medical building always got bombed first and there were never any women survivors.LOL

My oldest brother has a birthday in just two days. He, even after 34 yrs still calls me "Sissy" and I love to hear him say it. We all loved to spend time at Grandma's house. For years there were many miles between her house and ours and the visits were few and far between. Eventually we moved closer to Grandma's house. A few years passed and we moved too far away to visit more than once a year if even that. 

Grandma and Grandpa have gone on to be with the Lord.  I now live in the same town that they lived in as I was growing up. I moved back about five years ago. Sometimes I will take a different path home just so I can stop and look at the spot where the old house used to stand. The house is gone but those memories, they live on. Today I thank God for the good memories of my childhood. Though they may be few, they are part of my Precious Past.

Be blessed.

Stacy