It Doesn’t Matter What You Remember

I have a memory like a … what do you call it? That thing in the kitchen you use to sift the stuff you want from the stuff you don’t. A sieve! That’s it. I have a memory like a sieve.I joke about it at times, and about how I have to outsource remembering to Aileen since her memory is far superior to mine, but I can’t deny that it gets frustrating at times. It gets discouraging, too, like when I cannot remember even the highlights of experiences I’ve enjoyed, books I’ve read, or sermons I’ve been