Memories sting. Nostalgia is painful. Recollection can bite.
Not all the time, of course. But right now? Yes.
My journal is filled with pages of remembering.
Remembering what God has done.
Remembering what I pray He will do (in me, in our church, in my girls, in our country, in the nations).
Remembering His promises.
Remembering His faithfulness.
Remembering losses (during which He was just as faithful as during the victories).
Remembering what I wish I could forget.
Have you ever wanted to forget moments? It’s not that you wish they hadn’t happened necessarily—maybe you’re even thankful for the lessons learned during that time—you just would love to stop reliving the moments in your mind? I’m there.
I just want to forget.
But that’s not healthy. And I really want to be healthy.