I have a confession. I have a bad habit of which I wish I could rid myself.

I easily recall tragedy. I have been affected by so many things in my life, and I never forget them. My sister once said to me, "Why can't you just block it out like everyone else?" I didn’t have an answer for her; I don't know why terrible things stay with me.

Every year, I remember the day my parents were almost killed––February 3. They don't remember that day, but I never forget.

My brother-in-law committed suicide twenty years ago this week. I wish I could forget that, but I cannot. I see his family and instantly remember.

I remember the day my best friend, Kim, called to tell me that my godmother, Mrs. Willis, was dead. She has had to tell me bad news a couple of times in our lives. Every time I recall the memory, I remember exactly what Kim said.

I am not exactly sure why I cannot block all of those terrible things from my memory, but I think it may have to something to do with coping in difficult times. After looking back, I realized that I was not my normal self during those days of tragedy, and God had given me an extra dose of support to assist those who were in the midst of difficult situations.

God never promised us all good days, but He promised to carry us through all days, good or bad. I place all I have in His hands. And all of my good days outweigh my bad days, so I won't complain. Lesson Learned.

God's Reminder

Even to your old age, I am He, And even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made, and I will bear; Even I will carry, and will deliver you. Isaiah 46:4 NKJV