“When a woman gives birth, she has a hard time, there’s no getting around it. But when the baby is born, there is joy in the birth. This new life in the world wipes out memory of the pain. John 16:21,22
When I try think of my earliest memories, it is fuzzy before kindergarten. I remember moments, not days, such as getting into trouble for crossing the field to visit a friend or my baby brother’s stroller getting stuck in the mud in our farmyard. I have a few memories of kindergarten, like my friend braiding my hair during recess. There are some years of school that I have no memory of, not even the teacher’s name. Probably just ho-hum years with nothing happening to mark my brain.
God gives us selective memory—think of going through childbirth and then doing it again, and again. That time of painful experience fades, for which I’m grateful for I might not have had more than one child. And, then there’s the memory of days such as 9/11 or when President Kennedy was assassinated.
I’m grateful God gives us moment memory instead of day-long scenarios. My brain is full of enough trivia. For the past few months, I have tried to recall the memories of the last whirlwind day before Glen went to hospice. Already, details are fading, as is the pain of witnessing him so sick. Hopefully, painful memories can be replaced by pleasant thoughts.
Lord, thank you for the gift of memory. Amen.