Never Forget

Most days I try to not remember all that I've done that I regret; and there is much to forget; the memory of the ashes smeared across my heart- the blackest ink and the charred remains of a faint glimmer. But I need to remember; if I don’t ever remember, I’ll only slip back into that way of thinking again. I’ll slip back down the wall of that miry pit that my Savior reached down into and pulled me out. I have to remember again so that I won’t squander and waste His precious gift. His gift of grace and love.
So I’ll sit here in the dark and let my gratefulness wash over me; and this is when I love my tears. It has taken me making mistakes over and over again to learn these lessons; I won’t forget them so easily the next time. I know, for He promises me that He won't let me be tested beyond what I am able to bear; and I know no matter how far I run, and no matter how long I might wander, that I’ll never escape His arms- I’ll never outrun His love- or His justice.
To think that I’m clean; to think that a God so big would stoop to love me- my heart will never stop thanking; I will never forget.