Remember to Never Forget

Some people want to forget the past, and erase traumatizing memories from their minds. Their recollections of past events and mistakes sends shivers through their bones; it does the same to me. But I care not to erase scars for these are keepsakes, marks of experience gained through the ages. I do not want to forget where I came from. For the moment I do forget, I lose sight of what truly matters (helping and saving others) and I fall into pride-fueled ignorance.

So many people start from nothing and become blessed beyond measure, yet do not take into account the journey of their life because they are caught in the glory of the moment. Greed steals away their compassion, and they treat inferiors as slaves though they were once at their level.

I am thankful for the afflictions that humble us while we are high. I pray that I never become so enamored with my quality that I forget those who are still traversing the difficult path, and that I was once on that same path. And every time I look upon these scars I will treat them like badges remembering God’s goodness and mercy in a low time, remembering the people who still cared for me in my darkest point, and remembering my darkest point.

And when I see the battles getting harder, I will know that I am getting stronger. For God gives the hardest battles to his strongest soldiers. So remind me to never forget where I came from, where I am now, where I am going, and what I am going to do when I get there.