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	<title>Comments on: A Clean Slate</title>
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		<title>By: katie</title>
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		<description>When I was younger I used to think that it was a blessing to be able to feel pain because I thought that somehow our capacity to feel pain gave us a greater ability to experience love... or something like that. Of course that was before I ever felt real pain and then I went through times when I begged God to let me forget who I was and just disappear. 
At this point I find that while the good moments don&#039;t make the painful memories less painful, they make them worth it. The birth of my nieces and nephew are reasons for me to remember too, and yesterday when Shelby crawled up in my lap and told me, with the most precious look of wonder on her face, how she feels God in her heart and how she can hear Him talk to her. I would gladly relive my darkest moments over and over again just to be able to take carry that one memory with me for the rest of my life. 
So I guess you&#039;re right, a clean slate may not be all that great.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was younger I used to think that it was a blessing to be able to feel pain because I thought that somehow our capacity to feel pain gave us a greater ability to experience love&#8230; or something like that. Of course that was before I ever felt real pain and then I went through times when I begged God to let me forget who I was and just disappear.<br />
At this point I find that while the good moments don&#8217;t make the painful memories less painful, they make them worth it. The birth of my nieces and nephew are reasons for me to remember too, and yesterday when Shelby crawled up in my lap and told me, with the most precious look of wonder on her face, how she feels God in her heart and how she can hear Him talk to her. I would gladly relive my darkest moments over and over again just to be able to take carry that one memory with me for the rest of my life.<br />
So I guess you&#8217;re right, a clean slate may not be all that great.</p>
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