Sam’s second heart attack tossed us into the wild seas of the unknown.
In the early days of recovery, we were given a time away at a sprawling retreat center, and there the hosts asked us to tell the story of our calling when we first knew we would uproot our young family and move to the other side of the planet.
That retelling breathed hope to the embers of our downcast hearts and peace to our unsettled souls.
As we reviewed the sacred moments of our calling, the wonderfully weird coincidences He arranged just to prove His faithfulness, and the love of Christ compelling us, we remembered how much He has done on our behalf because of His wildly extravagant kindness and love.
The Old Testament teaches us that remembering is a spiritual practice of faithfulness that not only shapes our own soul but also generations following.
In the recounting of God’s timely provisions, comfort in loss, contentment in lack, joy in sorrow, strength in weariness, direction in confusion, and beauty in ashes, we remind ourselves and others of how very good and faithful He is.
And it causes generations afterward to seek Him, asking, “Where is this God we’ve heard about, the One who wins justice for the oppressed, rescues the desperate, and causes the impossible to crumble and become reality?”
We see this plot line throughout the stories in the Word. And we experience it in our own lives.
The last years of my mom’s life were marked by the memory loss Alzheimer’s disease produces as plaque and tangles invade the brain and eat away the neural connections needed for remembering.
So many pieces of my mom’s memory were stolen by disease, but she possessed a rootedness of truth in hymns, passages, and prayers familiar to her soul. Those memories were deeply embedded as the most foundational truths of her life, even deeper than connections to lives entwined with hers and the faces of those she birthed. The memory of her Savior rescuing her and adopting her as His own could not be drowned by the crashing storm in her brain.
This love goes beyond remembering because the recalling is not dependent on our ability to remember, but His. He never leaves us. He never forsakes us. He never forgets us.
We might go days without attending to His presence, but not for a moment does He stop thinking about us.
That speaks deeply to my own soul, remembering He preserves our going out and coming in, even when we cross borders and we step into the unknown.
Scripture shares ways to make remembering a spiritual practice
- Tell our stories and listen to others’ stories
- Write down evidences of God’s power
- Press truths into our hearts through meditation on Scripture
- Tell our children about the days we stood helpless and received His mercy
- Repeat again and again the acts and truths of God, write them down, post them on our doorposts, talk about them in the midst of everyday life
- Connect the dots between our needs and His faithful provisions
- Remember how the Lord your God led you through the wilderness, quenching your thirst and filling your hunger, leading you to His heart
In what moments has remembering who God is and who He has been to you impacted you?
What are some practical expressions of remembering that God has used to strengthen and nourish you?
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