Sometimes I dig up bones–especially when I’m angry. For instance, when someone says something hurtful, my human instinct quickly digs through the past. In the dirt, if I search long enough, I find a mistake, a broken promise, or a repented sin. I reach for one and shake off the dust. Then I remember 1 Peter 3:9, Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing.
I bite my tongue realizing that digging into the past is a choice. Things can change. People can change. I can change. So I must forget what is behind and strain toward what is ahead (Phillipians 3:13).
Help me Lord . . . from now on, no more digging.