So, There Was That Time I Forgot What I Knew...

It finally happened. After four years of authors giving each other prompts at the release of a story, I slammed up against a wall. Melissa Wardwell posted this for the authors of the Suamalie Islands Series:

In All An Act, Lulu comes face to face with a part of her past that she thought was no longer an issue. That is, until she runs into André. The deep [seated] bitterness she held toward him affected more areas of her life than she would like to admit.

Authors: Was there ever a time that your past mistakes or situations jumped out from no where in the present? How did you handle that moment?

Okay, here’s the thing. I 100% have zero doubt that it has. In fact, if forced to gamble, I’d put everything I own and have ever owned on that being true. But I can’t recall a single instance. At first, I tried to force it–to turn minor things into a story that illustrated the point. So what if they were super minor? Some of the biggest lessons I ever learned were from minor moments in my life. But then I remembered this Scripture:

Jeremiah 31:34 “No longer will each man teach his neighbor or his brother, saying, ‘Know the LORD,’ because they will all know Me, from the least of them to the greatest, declares the LORD. For I will forgive their iniquities and will remember their sins no more.”

So, There Was That Time I Forgot What I Knew…

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Yeah… emphasis there is totally mine, and the point. This has always been one of my favorite verses. God CHOOSES not to remember our sins when they are forgiven. They’re gone. Washed in the blood. Kaput. I try to wallow in them from time to time as if wallowing in that filth will somehow prove how repentant I am or something. Who am I trying to prove something to? Not God! He doesn’t need any and I know it. But it’s almost like I think I need to prove it to myself or something.

Maybe that’s why I can’t remember. Perhaps, for just a little while, my gracious, loving Father has given me the gift of amnesia so that I would remember the “amnesia” He chooses to employ when it comes to my sins. Satan accuses, Jesus points to the blood and says, “Father, forgive her.”

And the Father does. Done and dusted. Though my sins be as scarlet…

Don’t get me wrong, I think there is much to be gained by reading about people who learned from their past mistakes. I’m glad Melissa wrote this book and asked us to write this. Because right now, I’m guessing someone needs the reminder that yes, you blew it once (or a million times). But Jesus forgave. The Father forgot. It’s OVER. Or, in the words of Christ on the cross… “It is finished” as far as they are concerned. Isn’t that beautiful?

All an Act by Melissa Wardwell IS NOW AVAILABLE!!!

Not all weddings end in marriage. Not all hurting hearts remain broken.

In the year since Something Suamalie started, the dynamic trio Kiana, Lulu, and Meilani have accumulated a glowing reputation at home and abroad for brides and their wedding day dreams. But when a triple-booked weekend forces Lulu to manage the wedding of the Onirique events coordinator by herself, panic sets in. Her lack of confidence and ADHD, not to mention the return of a devilishly handsome man, could easily spell disaster.

When André left the Suamalie Islands to pursue a career in Paris, he never dreamed of returning. The islands hold a treasure chest of memories he wishes to keep locked away, but recent changes in his life force him to face those very things. And a choice for his future that will break more than one heart.

With neither of them able to talk about their feelings, how will Lulu and André be able to set aside their pasts and move on?

Take a trip to the Suamalie Islands where palm trees sway, the sand and sea pulse with life, and the people will steal your heart.