We are on vacation this week, returning to an area of the country that we have not lived in for twenty years. In the past three days we have visited four close friends from the past, and it has been wonderful to reconnect and remember. Mostly.
Along with the great memories come some real reminders of who I once was, and I found myself dodging some details and cringing with the telling of stories. Who was this person? Usually I can fool myself into forgetting the poor choices I used to make, but in recent days it would be easy to return to those old feelings of guilt and shame. Or I can rest in the knowledge that I am forgiven, and it is as far as the east is from the west, even farther than the distance we have traveled.
I think it is important to remember where we have been and who we once were, but it is vital to accept the gift of forgiveness and keep moving forward.