I love to remember.
I love looking through old photos, reading old letters and finding my old camp t-shirts.
But sometimes remembering hurts.
I remember my foolishness, my can’t-put-them-back-in-my-mouth words and the feelings I’ve hurt.
Remembering can remind me of my true self: a sinner of the first degree.
Then I remember something else:
God doesn’t remember.
When I come to Him with regret and remorse, He turns to me with redemption.
The pops-up-at-the-worst-times guilt isn’t a constant companion. Or he doesn’t have to be. We can choose to see us God does, through the eyes of forgiveness.
He forgives us. We can forgive ourselves.
And remember our sins…no more.
What freedom remembering does. Remembering who God is. How He loves us. And what He is willing to do for us!
Today, I remember, that God forgets.