A Pastward Glance

I've learned to never stare at my past in a rear view mirror. I take no delight in mistake magnification, nor do I derive and degree of satisfaction in fact distortion, or in having past sins appear closer than they are. For past sins, once under the blood, are road kill. which, in retrospect, leaves me with this thought. I've found that seldom were things as bad as they first appeared, never as good as I would have liked them to be, but always better than I, a sinner, deserved.