Monday, January 12, 2009


How did I forget?

As age tramps over me, my forgetfulness increases. I know it's not the dreaded "A" disease. Still it's frustrating when I want to say someone's name and can't remember it. A little later it will come to me clear as crystal and I have no idea why it escaped just a bit ago. Forgetfulness happens when I'm writing. I know there's a perfect word but can't pull it up. Drives me crazy!!

But the worst forgetfulness is when I think things aren't going well, when I'm afraid something isn't going to work out, when there are other fears plaguing me. That's when I have to remember how God saw me through dismal days when I was out of answers. I have to remember how he provided for me when I didn't know how I was going to make it. Remember how he provided for the Israelites in the desert; for the hungry when he fed 5,000 and 4,000. That's when I have to remember to rest in Him. Rest--not because I'm tired, but because He is my rest.

Even age can't make me forget all this.


  1. Thank you, Barbara, for that reminder. How many times the children of Israel "forgot" that God was their deliverer; how many times I just factor Him out of situations because He doesn't seem to "fit." That alone should be a great red flag!

    I appreciate your insights


  2. Thanks for the reminder this morning!