Prayer 16

Lord, your love for us is confounding. That you will forget all of my sins. That you will not remember my tongue and all the people it has mislead. That you will gather up my lies in a bucket and toss them into the formless void. That you will consume with fire all of my self-gratifying deeds and trap the ashes in an impenetrable urn. Will you really forget my iniquities? Is it even possible?
Can an omniscient God choose to forget?
Truly, you are great. How incomprehensibly blessed we are to have a God who surrenders portions of his own infinity to lift and embrace a people so troubled and insecure.
(Isaiah 43:18-19,25, 65:17; Jeremiah 31:34)