One of the things I have discovered in my old age--is the "Memory of the 5 senses" are much more reliable than the video replays of my mind. My memory is excellent when it is associated with taste, smell, sound, sight, or feel. The five senses have long standing memories--which can be pulled to the top of the memory pile with the mere glimpse of remembrance of some long ago awakening of one of those senses.
A few months after my dad died, I had my first stark reminder of how my sense memory works. It was late in the evening, and all the family were in their bedrooms reading--as was our before bed practice. I had my door shut, to the long hall leading from my brothers' room to my parents'--with my room in the very middle. From out of the blue--with no prompting--I heard my daddy's footsteps go down the hall. He had a very distinct foot fall--which I had heard over and over during my childhood---and it was not mistaking---I heard his footfall. Something that night---consciously or sub-consciously had brought to surface the memory of his footsteps--and my mind replayed that memory. I do not believe in ghosts, but I do believe in the power of the human mind. I heard---in my mind---daddy walking down that hall for the last time that night when my memory was stirred.
I can walk into a room with a fire blazing and immediately replay thousands of fires I have enjoyed over the years with one whiff of that wood smoke. One of my favorite memories beginning as a child--up until selling the house my children were raised in---was sitting in front of that fire and watching the flames tickle the logs as the smoke curled up the chimney. I am instantly transported back to the fires of my youth and most of my adult life when I walk into a room with a wood fire burning. Scene upon scene unfolds with the unlocking of those memories by the smell of a cool evening's fire.
Recently I had a dream---a touch which I had experienced thousands of times in my life--was in the dream. The familiarity of the touch---the sameness of the repeated motion leading to that touch---pulled from the deep recesses of my mind a memory I have been trying to leave behind. I awoke from the dream with the warmth of the imprint from that touch still apparent, and was reminded of the memories which will not be denied by my desire to forget.
The human mind is an amazing thing---far more complex than any scientist can begin to explain. Oh--he can tell us which part of the brain controls what--but he cannot explain the complexity of God's creation--when He gave us not only a brain--but a mind.
We are truly fearfully and wonderfully made---all for God's good purpose---how amazing it is the triggers that pull long hidden memories from the deep recesses of our minds. It gives us a glimpse of how truly vast our God is--when we consider the wonders of the complexities of our minds--which pale when compared to the vastness of our God.
There is none like You, O LORD; You are great, and great is Your name in might.