The Place I’d Rather Forget

The Place I’d Rather Forget

I went to a town called Kerrville yesterday. I started to feel nervous as we drove in. I spent some of my childhood years there and it was freakin’ hard. We were poor and I was an insecure, scrawny kid who always got picked on because my dad was a pastor.

As we drove through my romping grounds I told my wife different stories of what happened here and there. It was weird because I don’t talk about that time in my life much. I always talk about Guatemala. I try to ignore Kerrville.

I imagine we all have places and seasons of our life that we’d prefer not remember. But going back there yesterday was quite therapeutic. I think God was trying to remind me that season is part of the story he’s writing with my life. It also made me realize Kerrpatch is a pleasant little hamlet.

I guess what I’m trying to say is sometimes we need to revisit parts of our life that we would rather forget. I have to believe that God put me through that season for his divine purpose. There really is a season for everything under heaven. I may never see the value of some of those times on this side of the space-time continuum, but I have to trust that God uses every season – no matter how unpleasant the memories – to bring him glory and me joy.