THE BEAUTY OF FORGETFULNESS

Forgetfulness and old age go hand in hand. There's no denying that!

But forgetfulness has its share of beauty, too.

Those of you who are mothers can attest to forgetting the pain of birth in the joy of holding your own flesh and blood in your arms for the first time. Perhaps you don't quite forget, but the joy of that new-born babe far outweighs the accompanying pain. So much so that you plan for another bundle of joy!

It is said that the flute complained of the pain it suffered while being made. But when beautiful music was produced upon its finished product, the pain was forgotten.

Wish I could recall the story (speaking about forgetfulness!) of a lady bemoaning the waywardness of her past life even though she had accepted the Lord's forgiveness. "You don't know the half of what I've done," she confessed to someone who was trying to encourage her. "God doesn't either," replied her friend, "for when He forgives, He forgets."

Isaiah 43:25 says, "I, even I, am he who blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins."

Doug Oldham sings a song (again, I FORGET the title!) about God forgiving our sins and casting them into the sea of His forgetfulness. But what I like, is how the song goes on to say He puts up a sign saying, "No Fishin'!"

If God doesn't remember our sins, why should we continue to dig them up and grieve over them? They've been forgiven! They've been forgotten!

Oh, the beauty of forgetfulness!

Preacher's Kid