How could God FORGET a sin from my past?

“Behold, he who has repented of his sins, the same is forgiven, and I, the Lord, remember them no more.” (D&C 58:42)

It seems like an exaggeration, right?

But… what if He really does forget my sin because I am no longer the person who sinned?

When I am truly and fully repenting with my whole heart and soul, I am actually changing.

I am becoming a new person.

There has been a shift in who I am and what I want.

And so my perfect Heavenly Father isn’t going to hold something over my head that I no longer am!

That is the true beauty of repentance.

When I sincerely and humbly decide that I am ready to become a more spiritually mature individual, then I can.

This is only because my Savior already paid the price of justice.

Through His suffering, I am free to change!

I can use His power to mold and mend who I am, so judging me based on my past seems completely irrelevant.

Sometimes, I have a harder time forgetting those sins myself.

But it is so freeing to realize that if I am repenting the best I can, there is no point in beating myself up over past mistakes because I am no longer that person.

I am someone who is more Christlike, someone with a softer heart, and someone who is changed forever!

Happy Studying!

-Cali Black

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