We are SO EXCITED to bring you the 1st Edition of the Sweet Memories Reader’s Stories!
We will continue to feature YOUR Sweet Memories on Thursday’s through November. We will take a break over the month of December, and resume with sharing memories in January.
It’s not too late to share your Sweet Memories with us! Please submit them by emailing us at email@example.com or leave your Sweet Memory in the comment section below. You will receive a confirmation email of receipt, and if you leave it in the comment section, it will not be posted as a comment. Please include your name and email address whichever way you submit it. Please limit your story to 300 words. If you have an original photo that is connected to your Sweet Memory story, feel free to include that in your email as well.
We can’t guarantee that every story will be published, but every story will be read and considered. For each story that is published, the author will receive a $50 coupon code to DaySpring.com and a Meet Me in the Meadow book signed by Roy Lessin.
We hope this week’s stories are a blessing to you, as they have been to us!
Grace and peace to you,
Marina and Mandy, for Meet Me in the Meadow
Submitted by Joan Barker
In Canada, the winter of 1948 was cold and dreary. No sunshine to light up the room; just a dull and dreary day. My spirit was low, my body was hurting and I thought as an 11 year old girl with Polio, that nobody loved me.
A friend of my mother came over to visit. When she arrived she came into my room and said, ”Are you feeling better today?” I started to cry. “Here, I brought you something to cheer you up.” Hidden behind her back was a lovely bouquet of flowers. The first flowers I ever received!
From that day on, everyday seemed sunny. Her act of kindness reminded me of God’s kindness and love.
For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16 NKJV
Submitted by Myra Rouse
As a young girl my grandmother taught me how to play checkers. Over the years I became very good at the game. Often when I would visit my grandmother we would play, but she always won.
I recall my last visit with her. As I was preparing to leave for the airport she asked me to play checkers with her. I told her that we didn’t have time but she insisted. After losing the first 2 games I won the last game. I am sure she let me win.
That was the last time I saw her alive. I can’t play checkers without thinking about my grandmother.