In our kitchen, attached to our refrigerator is a magnetic dry erase calendar. Today, I erased last week. With a little water and a cloth, it quickly disappeared into history. Wouldn't it be great if forgetting were that easy? If we could wipe away the bits we didn't like, leaving only the good stuff?
I struck me that I'd just wiped away an entire week of my life, and everything that had happened that week. Disturbing.
It's probably a good thing God's in charge of that kind of stuff because I can't decide; is it a good thing to move on, or a sad one?
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