Wearing a navy blue cap and gown, my son strutted across the stage to receive his high school diploma last week. All I could see through misty eyes was a bundle of joy wrapped in a blue blanket that lay in my arms eighteen years earlier.
Memory is a marvelous thing.
And yet, there are things I wish I could forget. The pain I’ve caused others, grievances I’ve harbored against someone who hurt me or mine.
Memories… good and bad…appeared in my mind’s eye when other graduate names were announced that evening. Their reputation, some tarnished by previous poor choices, accompanied them. And because I fail to forget….my impression of some students has remained skewed.
“Character is what you are. Reputation is what people think you are,” said Henry H. Aunderson.
Even if it’s not true, excellent, or worthy of praise.
“Give a man a reputation as an early riser and he can sleep ’til noon.” ~~Mark Twain.
Who do people think I am, if they think of me at all? What is the reputation that precedes me? I cower to think my flaws and my past define me.
Praise God for His tender mercies that are new every morning.
Praise God, “He has not dealt with us according to our sins, nor rewarded us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His loving kindness toward those who fear Him. As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us….” Psalm 103:10-12
By God’s grace, may I learn to see people through my Benevolent Heavenly Father’s eyes so I can Forgive and FORGET.