Right Back Atcha

Why do I subconsciously love to throw things back?  What I mean to say is, why do I love to remind my husband and children of all the glorious things I have done for them when they've disappointed me or upset me. Why? I swear to myself every time I do it, it will be the last time and then festering starts leading to brew, and voila! I throw it back, I projectile vomit words that sting the other person, remind them of the time they screwed up and I overlooked it, or when I saved them from some impending disaster. Or I fixed it. As if.

As if my reminding them of all their little flaws and mishaps really shapes them into better people. As if my part in helping them correct some horrid circumstance entitles me to scold and mold them into what I want. Remembering their mistakes.

Thank God, and seriously, thank God, He does not play throw back. I screw up, I ask for forgiveness, He forgives and FORGETS. God doesn't throw it back in my face.  He moves on. He loves me so much, there is so much unconditional love for me, He forgives and forgets.

“I, even I, am He who blots out your transgressions for My own sake, and I WILL NOT REMEMBER YOUR SINS." (Isaiah 43:25)

"For I will forgive their iniquity, and their sin I WILL REMEMBER NO MORE.” (Jeremiah 31:34)

"'For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their lawless deeds I WILL REMEMBER NO MORE.'” (Hebrews 8:12)