a couple of people asked me this question and I couldn’t honestly answer: what was your favorite Christmas? it kills me that I cant think of any. all I have are bad memories.

Not that i’m faulting anyone – cause thats not the point of my blog. But it kills me that I dont have those memories. I have memories of my toys taken away. Fights. Arguments. People abandoning me. I have memories of eye rolls, judgmental gossip. All that

I have memory of food too but thats neither here nor there.

And for a bit I let it bother me. I know its part of my healing process and soon the good will come. but when?

as i was sitting in those thoughts I had some news – good scary news. And thats when I heard the voice of the Lord.

It doesnt matter what happened. The past doesnt matter. Only now.

Only God.

So here I am licking my wounds and pushing forward concentrating on whatever good comes my way.

¶Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God;

and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

¶Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.

Phil 4:6-8

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