Faith, Family, Parenting

Merciful Memory Keeper

I am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake,
    and remembers your sins no more. Isaiah 43:25

I’m a good mother. At least I like to think of myself that way.  However, that supposition might easily be challenged if one were to leaf through the pages of my children’s baby books.  What would be discovered would be five incomplete chronicles, each with substantial omissions in the record.

I resolved, with each new little one I brought into this world, to do better.  With each new baby I began faithfully recording all the important ‘firsts’: first bowel movement, first smile, first giggle, first tooth — followed by first pat on the little rump (you gals who breastfed know exactly what I mean). Then the truly monumental accomplishments: first roll-over, the momentous up-on-all-fours event, and baby’s first step.

Yet without fail, round about the time weaning began, life settled back onto the fast track, leaving my resolution to better record-keeping standing at the station. A smattering of ink across a page now and again remains the only trace of my tattered intentions. Each baby book, in succession, was destined for archival in my collection of unfinished projects.

Then as fate would have it the “memory bookcraze arrived, and along with it my chance for redemption!  Seizing the opportunity I began feverishly rummaging through boxes of pictures; lovingly sorting, categorizing by child and event, and carefully organizing them into Ziploc bags… where most of them remain to this day.

There is a scrapbook of my life as well.  It is not recorded on earthly pages nor penned by human hand.  It is an eternal memory book stored in the heavenly realm.  It too contains blank pages, gaps in the record, missing pieces of my life.  Not because the One who creating it has been inconsistent or irresponsible as I have been; but because the Author, in His infinite love and mercy, has blotted out those pages, torn them from the record and cast them into the abyss — “as far as the east is from the west” — to be remembered no more.

The missing record remains only with me, locked within my earthly memory for the duration of my time here.  Those pages serve as a reminder of the incredible grace of my God and the blood that was shed for my redemption.

… He does not treat us as our sins deserve
    or repay us according to our iniquities.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
    so great is his love for 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

Dorcas Baby Records
My Baby Record – Kept by my amazing mom

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