I remember the things that happened to me, the things I saw, the things I did. I can see the spiritual darkness encompassing my early life.
I remember Baptism as well. When I was immersed in the water, the darkness was pulled off of me, cleansed. And when the water drained down, it took all that darkness and flushed it underground, where it belongs. I walked out of those waters clean, new.
The memories remain, but they are not me anymore. That was Someone Else’s Story.