memories

Hey God, let's talk about memories. Should we start with the good ones, the bad ones, the ones we forget, the ones we remember...good ones? Alright. Shoot. Yes, they should be the ones I remember and hold on to, but that doesn't seem to be the case most of the time. Sadly. I always forget the most incredible things unless it's something that is life-altering or something of the sort. Why is that? True. Ok ok, I know that it's always the good times that I have to remember when things are starting to go downhill ie Mission Waco, friday nights, or something that raises my spirits in a healthy way. Nope, I don't want to talk about the bad ones. Because they're bad and not fun. Caught. A lot of the time, I'll remember the bad memories, hold grudges, and throw a pity party, but why? Why do I refuse to let go of the stupid past? But what if I want to forget them as if they never happened? I know it's a part of me, a part of my story, and most importantly a part of Your plan, but none of that seems to make it better sometimes. No offense. No, that's scary. God, I've witnessed you do some pretty incredible things and I know you're capable of so much more than we can fathom but when it comes to my mind, I need you take control of that thing again. My mind has a mind of its own and it does not behave itself, especially when it dreams. I don't really know where I'm goin with all this Dad except that something's not right; you know what's up with all my memories, dreams, thoughts, etc. Do what you do best! Love you. Good night.