I was reading Twitter updates one evening earlier this week and came across an author’s book trailer. Part of the story looked at the past–circumstances that could have led to a life of self-destruction, but hasn’t (I haven’t gotten to read their book yet, so I’m leaving details on the author/title for a later post to maintain accuracy). Hearing part of their story, it reminded me of the memories that rise up when I least expect them. Things I don’t want to share-things I’m happy to forget forever.
It made me realize something I should have thought of long ago. We walk through life oblivious to the memories other people have playing in their minds. God offers hope. He teaches us. He forgives us. But the memories still penetrate our thoughts sometimes. I’m going to make an effort to be more mindful from now on and offer grace rather than take offense. To nurture, rather than commiserate. To build relationship rather than run to my bubble. I want the memories of me to be worth replaying.
What are some other things we can do to encourage and uplift one another?