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