"I'm not like you," she said. "My memories are all bad".
I thought about it for a while.
Are my memories all good?
Hum. I remembered that when my first husband and I were going to get a divorce I could only remember the GOOD memories. That made it more painful. I was grieving what was good and I forgot that there had, of course, been some bad.
Strange as this may seem, I prayed and asked God to help me remember the bad and when I did..."oh help"...what a time I experienced. Not pretty.
But by and by the memories leveled out. Things that I remembered in a bad light became the springboard for me to change something. Somehow through that process as well as many other times of reacting and transitioning into a different phase in my life I learned to see the good in bad situations.
Early in the "losing my husband" through divorce stage a friend gave me the book When Bad Things Happen to Good People, another friend gave me How to Survive the Loss of a Love and someone else shared For Those Who Hurt. All three of those books have remained a part of my library - now for more than 33 years.
Those books plus lots of prayer and support have been helpful - more than once in my life. The words and actions of my friends have been a comfort. The love and involvement in the lives of my children by family were paramount in the Christ-honoring lives that I see them living today.
I needed the serenity to accept the loss of one husband to divorce and another to death. I could not change the circumstances. I needed the serenity to accept the fact that I had made many mistakes in both cases and I could not go back and re-do what I had done. I needed to be forgiven and I needed to forgive myself.
So yes I have some bad memories. Am I being a Pollyanna? Worse than that - Am I being dishonest?
Well actually what I am doing is practicing what my mother said her mother taught her "You don't have to put all your dirty laundry on the line."
Just know that what I try to practice is having the wisdom to know the difference!
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