In my last post I mentioned how reading my old journals was motivating me to pass on a memorial of God’s faithfulness to my children. But as I have continued to read the entries, faith has been rising up in ME. For as my memory and my spirit are being refreshed by the records of God’s faithfulness in impossible situations, it’s as if the Lord is shouting to my mind and heart “REMEMBER WHEN!”
REMEMBER WHEN Shanna prayed for $100.00 for her and her brother to use for the teen Six Flags trip and came running back in five minutes with a $100.00 traveler’s check from someone who was not aware of her request .-I answered her desire.
REMEMBER WHEN Joshua prayed in obedience for pellets for the wood stove when you were down to the last bag and within days the entire shed was full again-I provided.
REMEMBER WHEN you cried out to me day and night in your loneliness and pain and I spoke life to your heart and carried you-I comforted.
I guided when you were blind, instructed when you were stubborn, comforted when you were hurting, restored when you were robbed, healed when you were sick, admonished when you were rebellious, and loved you no matter what. Oh, my child, REMEMBER WHEN! and as you remember…. KNOW THAT I WILL DO IT AGAIN!
Precious Lord, memories of the past have stirred my heart in the present, and I am so thankful for your faithfulness….then…now…and forever!
I just realized that I have 23 drafts. I”ll try to finish one of them and post something soon. Actually, I gathered up my old journals, or “letters to God”, through the years, and am in the process of transferring them from their current formats: spirals, books, scraps of paper, napkins, the back of a cereal box etc. onto my laptop.
Although, my initial motivation was to clean up some clutter in my life and make an honest attempt at becoming more organized, I have been so blessed as I have received from these “Stones of Remembrance” that I am now typing with a new goal in mind.
When the Israelites crossed the Jordan into Canaan they were instructed to set up twelve stones representing the twelve tribes of Israel as a memorial to their children. Not only were the stones taken from the very place of a miracle (for the waters plied up and the Israelites were given safe passage on dry land), but they testified of the faithfulness and might of God. “”In the future, when your children ask you,’ What do these stones mean? ‘ tell them the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the Lord. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial forever.” Joshua 4:6
Yes, a memorial. As we record the words of God’s faithfulness in our lives may they be a memorial; not only to us, but to the generations that follow.
Lord, thank you for your faithfulness. Thank you for meeting me in the midst of the flood waters of doubt, fear, unforgivness, pride and lack in my life and taking me across to a land of your promises and provision. You are so incredible and so very faithful! May I never forget what you have done, and may I pass the messages spoken by the stones of remembrances onto others.
In the name of Jesus,
Have you ever felt unworthy? I have… and sometimes still do. This morning I woke up thinking I’m such a mess. What can I possibly do for God? But instead of pushing me away as I beat myself up while thinking of ways to clean up my act, Father God just drew me close and reminded me that whether I felt worthy or not, did not make me more or less lovable or able to be used by Him. For my worthiness did not lie in my own abilities but in the shed blood of Jesus.
As I continued to pray, in my mind, I saw a little caterpillar as I heard the phrase of a familiar old hymn “For such a worm as I”. And I thought to myself I am that worm. God could just squish me. But instead of seeing an all powerful foot ready to stomp, I saw all powerful hands reach down and scoop up the little insect and cup it as if in a chrysalis then open back up to release it as a beautiful butterfly.
When grieving, the Lord reaches down and says, ‘I grieve with you.”
When rejected, He says, “I know rejection,” and draws me close.
When rejoicing; He joins in.
But when I feel unworthy, He says,”It doesn’t matter how you feel, for you are worthy, my child, just because of my love.”
Have a blessed day!