I am sitting in a coffee shop I have never been to before. Sipping on my Americano, looking out the window watching all the day traffic go by.
Numerous cars.
Lady with a red beanie.
Guy walking fast, phone to ear.
A family of three; mom, dad and toddler.
I smile.
I take another sip of my Americano and think to myself that I will never remember this again, so I need to take in all aspects of this moment.
Orange and red leaves falling.
The pothole in the middle of the road everyone keeps driving over.
Baby blue apartments across the way.
I will forget, so I have to soak in everything.
I look down at what I was originally doing before I got distracted by the window. I see my journal and bible. I smile. Forgetting the little things around me that happened just seconds ago and go back to writing and reading.
You ever choose to forget so that you can ignore the truths of what hurt you? Me too, friend.
Forgetting has become a coping mechanism. I assume I am going to forget the little things because I choose to forget the big things. If I can’t remember, I won’t be affected by the emotions and pain.
I didn’t realize this defense I had been putting up until, believe it or not, I was at a coffee shop. I was reading my bible, and writing about the passage I was reading. I don’t remember what passage I came across but oh do I remember the way I was feeling.
Right after I read the passage, it was like God gently placed these three words in my head that kept repeating all day long. “It is okay.” I didn’t know at the time why I was hearing these words, or what they had to do with anything until that night. I heard those three words again, “It is okay.”
I immediately started talking to God. “Okay, God, what’s okay?”
“Remember.”
“Remember what?”
“Everything.”
“EVERYTHING? Like literally everything that has happened, and everything that is going to continue to happen? Yeah, I’m good.”
Sometimes God can speak to us in such clear ways and we still choose to ignore Him. That’s what I did. I ignored that conversation that I had with God and I went about my weeks. “It is okay” kept playing in the back of my head, but I continued to ignore those three words.
I had been pushing aside every emotion that came with remembering for such a long time, one day, everything came out. I drove past this billboard that triggered a memory, and I immediately started crying. I tried to stop crying, because 1. I was driving and that wasn’t necessarily safe and 2. I didn’t want to feel those emotions, I wanted to store them in the back of my head again, where they had been for such a long time. But unlike previous times this has happened, I wasn’t able to stop and the memories just kept coming. I tried so hard to forget, to stop, but I just couldn’t.
I hear those three words again, “It is okay.”
Angry builds up inside of me.
“IT’S NOT OKAY, GOD.”
Something happened after I said those words, “It’s not okay, God.” This whole time He was trying to tell me that it was, in fact, okay. But I chose to ignore those kind, gentle words of His and kept believing that it was not okay. I kept choosing to forget and continue to ignore those emotions. When all along, He was telling me that it was okay.
Something switched all in that car ride, I actually was trying to remember. Yes, there was endless amounts of pain and emotions, but once I faced those, I was overwhelmed with such peace and joy. “It is okay.” This whole time God was trying get me to my best self. This whole time, God knew exactly what I needed to believe.
You see, it is okay, friends.
When we have a Father who so generously gives us grace. When we have a Father who knows exactly what we need at any given moment. When we have a Father who truly cares about you, and what’s best for you. It is okay.
No emotion, no memory, no pain comes close to who our Father is and what He has planned for your life.
Choose to remember.
Remember the pain, the heartbreak, the lost, the joy, and the laughter.
This was especially hard for me. I had to break the habit of forgetting and choose to remember daily. But when I opened myself up to those memories, to remembering everything, God worked in many ways to provide healing, strength, peace and courage.
It is okay.
I remember.