The Power of Forgetting to Remember

I have a reputation in my immediate circle that’s well earned. I’m forgetful in a uniquely selective way. I can’t remember to buy milk at the grocery store, but I can access childhood memories, random song lyrics, and the untold number of stories in my head at will. My man has always said my brain needs to be devoted to science when I check out of here.  I’m okay with that as long as y’all make sure that I’m completely through using it.

By the way, before you waste your valuable time sending me tips and links on how to improve my memory, I should tell you that I’ve read all of the articles and I’ve used all the prompts. Yes, I take notes in my smart phone. And then I forget my smart phone. Yes, I make lists. I’ve made lists of my lists but that doesn’t keep them on my brain’s cluttered little desktop.  Clearly, I have a limited amount of space up there and my system has its own priorities on what should be stored and what needs to be deleted.

I don’t have to intentionally practice that type of forgetfulness. I’m something of a natural expert. However, there’s a different sort of forgetfulness that I have to regularly remind myself to practice and it’s of vital importance in my faith walk. I’m talking about self-forgetfulness, refusing to get stuck in the muck of me. See, it’s as foolish to feel I can approach God because of what I’ve done right as it is to feel like God is unapproachable because of what I’ve done wrong, even after I’ve asked His forgiveness.

I must forget me entirely. The only way any of us can approach Holy God is through the door that is Jesus.

Self-forgetfulness before God comes with great rewards! I never experience His healing presence when I come to Him feeling like a good woman or a failed woman. I find Him when I come as a desperate woman who knows Christ Jesus is my only hope.

Hugs, Shellie