Leaving the past in the past
This is actually something I wrote five years ago, that I tweaked for today as it is still true of my life. It reminds me that I don't have to get stuck. And my life is pretty good really. Sometimes we just need to remind ourselves to count our blessings and remember how good God has already been. If He never changes, and He's already blessed us so memorably, why would He not keep doing so??? __________ As I sit here and ponder the things that are going on in my life, it seems that it is very easy to dwell on the past. I can recount with painful accuracy every single thing I faced as the child of mentally ill parent. I can remember every moment of pain and friction in my first marriage which ultimately failed. I can remember every mean thing kids said to or about me in high school. I can remember all the times in my life I have been faced with pain--emotional or physical--and dwell on them. I can scream out loud until I am blue in the face, "Why me?" But in taking ju