Yearbook

I have developed an unfortunate habit over the years - I try to forget the bad things that have happened in my life. Maybe I took the old High School Yearbook cliche "Remember the good times and forget the bad" too seriously. I do not want to think of my failures - only my successes. I do not want to remember my mistakes - only my triumphs. I can recall those who I have helped - I try to forget those I have harmed.

All of my life - the successes and the failures, the triumphs and tragedies - all of it is a part of who I am. Through good and bad, the same Heavenly Father works to accomplish his purpose in my life. He loves me for who I am - even the parts of me I want so badly to deny.