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As humans, we have limited vision. Limited perspectives. And we mostly never forget “things”. That’s the thing with our memories. We don’t forget the good stuff and the bad stuff.
As much as I don’t want to remember the painful memories of my past, I’ve realized over the years why it’s a good thing we do remember.
Our memories do not, and should not serve self pity. But a greater purpose, especially as our stories unfold.
The next time you’re tempted to throw a pity party for yourself over bad memories, just know that they service as a reference point for praise. Those moments when you’re tempted to be bitter about distasteful memories, just know that you’ve come further than you ever imagined you would.
When we change our perspectives to look at memories that way, life makes a whole lot of sense. You begin to see the beauty. Life won’t look like a series of painful moments but rather a whole lot of turnaround moments.
You’re alive. You’re well. You’ve lived to see another day. You’ve fought well. That’s what matters. And those memories? Well, instead of wishing them away, embrace the broken moments of your story, thank the God who brought you out and note how far you’ve come.