Psalm 77:6 I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.

Memory is an illusionary gift. It seems that the further and further I get away in time from the things I remember, the more my emotions color the memory. Here the Psalmist attaches memory to the heart, emotions. While the mind is busy trying to sort out the emotional attachments, the spirit is busy search for the truth in that matter. Who will win out?

If I will be honest with myself, I have to give way to the spirit, because my emotions cannot be trusted. Old memories tend to ignore information not related to the emotion. What formed those emotions at the time probably had nothing to do with the even itself. It tends to paint the picture from a single source and ignores everything else.

My sister helped me let go of the past a few years ago. I had been troubled by my memories of my mother and she said, “But that isn’t how it was at all.” She was older and more experienced in the family dynamic. I troubled myself with memories that weren’t even accurate. She helped me let go of them.

Ever since that day, I have looked at my memories from a new perspective. I try and let the spirit have its say on the matter and do not hold so tightly to my memories as being true, but for what they are, emotional. The events I thought that shaped me, good and bad no longer have a hold on me. They do not shape who I am and who I will be.

John 14:26 But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.

I trust only the memories brought to me by the Holy Spirit. Him I trust.