The Good Old Days???

I know this has happened to you:  Your talking to someone about something (life, family, church, job, etc.) and inevitably this comes out, "I miss the good old days"....  So i wonder, where the good old days really that good?

Great Depression
Civil War
High unemployment
low paying jobs
few graduated high school, let alone college

Now don't get me wrong times where a lot, well, simpler, but was, or is, simpler better?

I used to sit and listen to my great-grandmother talk about the "good old days", living in the depression, working long long hours because she was a single mom raising a lot of children.  The good old days?

I'm getting to the age now where life is passing far too quickly.  I'm past 40 now, and have accumulated lots of "memories".  A lot of good, but also a lot of bad. 

I disdained my middle school years, so they are not the "good old days"
I loved my high school years, but i don't want to go back there, so it's not the "good old days"
College was OK, but it definitely was not "good old days"
I made alot of friends at my first "real" job,and was there 13 years, but don't want to go back to those "good old days"
I enjoyed my first church i served at, but was it really the "good old days"

We hold on to the past, the good old days, because it's familiar.  It makes us comfortable.  Time is always passing, ALWAYS.  Truth is you can't go back, but seriously, if you could...... would you?  Not me..... I look back, and yes its been great, but i know the best is yet to come....

Do you know what holding on to the "good old days" does?  Stops progress.

So reflect on the "good old days", enjoy the memories, laugh about it with friends.  Just don't hold so tightly on to it that you can't enjoy the "good new days".  Each new day will hold a new memory.  Each new day will hold something new, something great, something different, and something for you.  In 5, 10, 20, 30 years you will look back on today and think of it as "good old days".  So make it a good one, make it count.

"My days vanish like smoke;... but you remain the same, and your years will never end. (Psalm 102:3,27)

Have a great day, Chris