Welcome to the One Word At A Time Blog Carnival – this week’s word is: Memory.
This week’s topic is truly ironic since I forgot to remind everyone that it was carnival time, but that’s just all part of the fun of hanging around here.
The idea of the carnival is simple. We pick one word every two weeks and all write a blog post inspired by that word. It’s fascinating to see the range of different trains of thought that can come from just one word.
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I Wish I Had a Memory
My memory is getting really bad. At least, I think it’s getting bad, I just can’t remember if it was always like this or not….
I know that’s a terrible thing to say and there are people out there whose memory is far worse than mine but I have really noticed over the past couple of years how bad my memory is… or has become.
I am often surprised when the doorbell rings, only to realise when I see the visitor standing there that I spoke to them not five minutes ago and was expecting them to come.
At least… I SHOULD have been expecting them to come but I had totally forgotten.
The same goes for emails from clients. I can read an email, flip to my browser to look up the answer to the question or fix the problem and in those seconds of selecting and opening my browser, I can not only forget what I was doing, but even that there was an email I was responding to.
(If you’re a client of mine and I haven’t responded to an email, please let me know… I have most probably genuinely forgotten!)
I also have almost no memory of my youth. I know that I used to do stuff but I don’t actually remember doing it.
Am I alone in that?
It drives my wife crazy.
One time, when we had been married for a number of years, I think six or seven, we were going to my parent’s house for Sunday lunch and I thought I’d better explain to my bride what to expect at her in-law’s house.
I thought it was quite reasonable of me to explain that, until she told me that we had been there for Sunday lunch most Sundays that we had been married…. so probably in the hundreds of times.
I was quite taken aback because I didn’t (and still don’t) remember her going to their house with me,
On the other hand, there are things I want to forget, to never remember or relive again which I simply cannot shake.
It’s all the bad things, the painful stuff, the hurts, the offenses, the attacks that stick around in vivid color while everything else fades to black.
Am I alone in that?
I kind of hope so, because I wouldn’t want anyone else to live with the unbalanced memories that I live with.
As I think about all this though and have my little pity party, It reminds me of one wonderful fact though…
God’s mind works the other way.
He remembers the good stuff but as for the bad stuff, well, all he remembers is this:
as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us. – Psalm 103:12