Backwards Remembering

Another week has come and gone. For better or worse, it's over. So I'll joining the Gypsy Mama today with a Five Minute Friday posting.



You can join her too, easily. Just go on over to her site each Friday and get the prompt. Then finish what she gives you in 5 minutes. No editing,  it is what it is.  Post it to her site. That's it.
Oh, and let the person who told you about it know you're in. The prompt today is "Backwards."

Set the timer and...GO!
I've been doing a lot of looking backwards and remembering since I got my "commission" to honor my journey. Some of that has been enjoyable, such as seeing how much I have bloomed since I became willing to fearlessly (most of the time) move forward into the fresh life I have today. Looking at the difficult obstacles I have overcome and the lies I have replaced with truth has given me a sense of the possible. 

All that is a good and soothing kind of backward looking.

However, this week my experiences of looking backward have been accompanied with something new. A sorrow for the way I have been shaped. Perhaps the wondering of who I would have been if I had lived up to those idealistic ideas I had in my youth. Would I have been different? Perhaps a more judgmental than tolerant soul?

 I suppose only God can see that one clearly.

DING!!