Old Things

Last week in a discussion with family, I was faced with the stark reality of the person I used to be. My mind was flooded with memories, but most details were gone. I realized how much of my life I have truly forgotten, even things I should know.  Things I once knew like the back of my hand.

Part of me is struggling to remember.  It’s not even important.  The details will change nothing in my life today.  It just bothers me that I can’t even recollect the information – as if that part of my life is gone.  It is a short period of time, a year.

As a counselor, I would probably call it a coping mechanism. My psyche’s way of dealing with all that I have done and been through in life. Things not in line with who I am, the person I have become through the years.  I don’t remember anything particularly traumatizing that would have occurred during that time.

As a Christian, I know it’s God’s grace making me a new creation. Old things have passed away. Over the years my life has changed so much as I allow Christ to make all things new. My mind has been renewed and the pathway in my brain has been retrained to see the good, pure, lovely, etc.  Those details don’t fall in to that category.

I realize that there is a reason that God has removed those details from my mind.    Those old things are no longer important.  They do not define who I am.  I am a new creation in Christ.