I forget a lot of things - random items at the grocery store (why is it always a necessary ingredient for dinner that night?), that muffins need to be made this evening so we'll have them ready for breakfast tomorrow, where I put Brooklyn's tennis shoes after we got home from the park... things that would make my life easier if I could just remember them.
And I forget more important things, too - I forget forgiveness received and grace given, Whose I am and the promises He kept and keeps. I forget Who provides for my needs (and some of my wants, too), Who loves me unconditionally but also asks that I love in the same manner. I get frustrated and uneasy and and anxious, and begin to pace like a caged fox, forgetting that He's already set me free.
But my remembering capacity is all clogged up with things like That Stupid Thing I Said On Sunday, I Wonder If Anyone Else Noticed? and perceived slights and unconsciously held grudges and weird, disturbing dreams and deeply ingrained habits and patterns and reactions.
It's like a twist on Romans 7:15. I do not understand my own actions. For I forget what I want to remember, but I remember the very thing I want to forget. So until such a time as I can let go of the lies and hold firm to truths naturally, I'm taping them to my walls, writing them on my hands, murmuring them under my breath as I count stitches... redeeming the energy lost in frustratedly bemoaning my forgetfulness, and shifting my focus to intentionally remembering, instead.
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