Memories Are Made of This

I have just started reading a book about a woman who was a Docent at the Hermitage Museum in Leningrad at the time of the Siege of Leningrad in 1941. Apparently there was a little advance warning of the Siege and she was involved in removing the art work from the frames and crating it up for protection.  As an older woman writing today, she has memory problems, but also flashbacks to the beautiful art she had helped to preserve. I am a current Docent at the Church of the Transfiguration — my memories of the beautiful art are refreshed every day — as are my memories of the beautiful sunsets we see every day.  I think I will pay more attention to building my storehouse of memories as well as my gratitude to God for the beauty he has given me!