I take a lot of pictures. Maybe it is the artist in me or the romantic in me. I keep them. I keep pictures to remind me because I am very forgetful. I keep pictures of people that hurt me because I have this strange ability to still value the good before the hurt and I also believe every hurt helps shape you to the person you are right now. I would not be so strong had I had one of those easy lives I hear so much about where a flat tire is about the worst thing they’ve ever faced. So pictures remind me of how God has blessed me and allowed me to be tested, of great friends and not so nice ones, of me before and me after. So, I had 3,299 pics stored in my camera. I just saved them on a flash and relieved my poor phone of chlosterphobia. Lol so, now my memories are safe and I can dust them off and remind myself how far God has brought me. He brought me to the best place of my life where He is God and I am a humble little girl. That is the spot I need and strongly desire to stay. Pictures reenact in my mind the memory and refresh the vacations and uplift the soul. I am so thankful for the luxury of pictures and thank God for every memory He brought me to and through. He is so good!