Selective Amnesia

I realized I had nowhere left to go except to my knees. I cried out, “Lord, forgive me of my sins! I’m sorry. The paths I chose were the wrong paths. I detoured from your narrow way. I am lost and alone. I want to come back home.”

God’s hand reached down to caress my head; a father soothing his distraught child. “My beloved child, I remember well the bright summer day when you were born. I chose the day and the exact moment for you to make your appearance. Your first cry was such a lovely sound. I also recall when, as a young girl, you welcomed me into your heart as your Lord, and accepted my Son as your savior. Such joy I felt! All of heaven rejoiced! Of course, I forgive you. All you needed to do was ask.”

“But, Lord, what about all the things I have done? I turned away from you; chose to abandon your commands. How can I ever correct my mistakes and be worthy again?”

God’s next words erased the slate of my sins. “Oh, my child, I do not remember the things you speak about. They’re obscured in the mists of grace. I only remember the sound of your tears; the drips rained on my heart like hammer blows. All I care about is that you, my wandering child, have come home where you belong.”