Monday, January 12, 2009

Remember

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.

2 comments:

  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

    Latayne
    www.latayne.com
    novelmatters.blogspot.com

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  2. Thanks for the reminder this morning!

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