It’s Good to Forget

Forgetting.

This is an interesting word: Forgetting.

Often times, we associate forgetting with a negative. Sure, we don’t want to forget our car keys or forget to pick our kids up at school, or forget the faces of our loved ones.

But.

Forgetting has a liberating aspect to it, too. There is emotional and spiritual freedom in forgetting. Of course, we never truly “forget” those wounds that this life can inflict on our souls.

But.

How can we move on if we set up housekeeping in a past that we can never, ever change? How can we make room for the joys of the present moment if we continuously ruminate about the traumas of the past?

The past will always loom in those quiet, shadowy corners of our existence. Once done, actions can never be undone. Once said, words can never be unspoken. Once written, those words can never truly be unwritten.

Memories can be triggered by what is seemingly inconsequential events: the squeal of tires on asphalt, a frighteningly familiar face in an airport terminal that turns out to be mistaken identity, the scent of Old Spice cologne in a crowded store, raindrops pelting a tin roof in the middle of the night. Yes, there are a multitude of triggers that dredge up memories that aren’t always comforting.

What to do with memories that aren’t always comforting, memories that can be triggered, that lay dormant beneath the surface of our lives until resurrected by something we hadn’t really noticed? Until, we did. And, those memories hurl us into a dark abyss and dump us into that darkness once again.

Isaiah 43:18 says: “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.”

Isaiah 43:19 says: “See, I am doing a new thing! Now, it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in a wasteland.”

God promises us that He is making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.

Isn’t this life like a wilderness? We wander lost and we suffer from thirst deep down in our souls.

But.

God promises us, His children, that He is making a way for us. He promises us that He will make streams in the wasteland.

God always keeps His promises.

He tells us not to dwell on the past.

He promises us that He is doing a new thing.

So, how do we move on from the past? How do we not dwell there in those dark spaces?

Joshua 1:9 says: “Have I not commanded you?” ‘Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go’.”

Trust that God will be with you even when you are in those dark spaces, trust that God is always with you.

God is greater than any fear that we have. God is greater than any anxiety or depression that we might have. God is greater than any past trauma that burdens us and attempts to spoil the joy that we have in this beautiful moment called the present.

To forget is not an easy action, but with God’s perfect love and His absolute protection, we can move on from the past.

After all, Our God has promised us.

Trust in God with all your heart, mind and soul.

And, that is the way to forget the past.

Because He is making a way in the wilderness for each of us.

God’s peace to each of you.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2023

Happy Fourth of July

Pictured here is my flag. I am an American. The United States is the only home I have ever known. My family has been in this land for generations; in fact, some grave markers in my family cemeteries date back to the late 1700s. Let’s just say that I have no place else I can call home. This land is my home. My people have fought and died for this homeland we call the United States of America. My people have prospered in this land; some have failed in this land. Life is a series of ups and downs; life is kind and it is unkind. So many variables go into whether an individual is successful or not successful.

Truth is I love my country. I love it because it is my home. No, it is not perfect; no place on earth is perfect.

I ask that we all pray for peace and compassion in this nation I call home.

Once upon a time, we Americans could reach across the aisle and respectfully disagree; but, now all there appears to be is vitriol and pure hatred and an absolute lack of compassion and respect.

Please join me in praying for this nation, my homeland, The United States of America.

I love this land; it is my only home. It breaks my heart to see the anger and rage and vitriol that is tearing it apart.

Instead of screaming vitriol; find a solution. Instead of raging against your opponent, reach across the aisle and discover how you can work together to help each other.

We have the power to build up or tear down.

Let’s build up with love and encouragement.

It’s beneficial to us all.

Happy fourth of July 2022!

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022

Go Ahead and Sing!

close up photo of perched birds
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“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”-Rumi (beliefnet,com)

I love this quote because it reminds me of the importance of just being oneself. We waste way too many years of our lives worrying about other people’s opinions of us. Truth is that we are all different in our own special ways; we all have been blessed with a variety of talents. Nobody is exactly the same. Imagine how absolutely drab and boring this life would be if everyone were exactly the same.

Everyone has differing opinions. This fact should validate our own right to be different. We should follow our own hearts with the secure acceptance that not everyone is going to approve of us. We don’t need everyone’s approval. We just need to be the best possible version of ourselves. The litmus test is if we can look in the mirror and feel proud of the reflection looking back at us. We should enjoy the freedom to live our fullest life according to our own hopes and dreams, not other’s approval or disapproval.

At the end of the day, it is your own reflection that you have to deal with.

We should strive to “sing” our own songs with joy without worrying about “who hears us or what they think,” to paraphrase Rumi.

 

Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews