It often feels as though Abba has forgotten me. I sometimes (or often!) find my heart crying out something similar to ‘forget-me-not, LORD’, when hard times come. But, like I said to my daughter at 5am this morning, we can’t prevent bad things from happening. We can, however, learn how to cope with and manage them. I’m not sure who I was trying to convince – me or her!
Yet again I turned to the Psalms during my morning coffee with Abba. Psalm 103:15 (NIV) says, ‘Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits– who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.’
Two words leaped off the page at me: forget not. It got me thinking that Abba’s answer to me asking Him not to forget about me – in my times of trouble – is for me to not forget Him. I can praise Him because He is faithful. He heals, He redeems, He loves, He has compassion (meaning that sometimes it might be better for people to die rather than live with suffering – which I offer as a possible explanation for why He doesn’t always heal), He satisfies with good, and He renews.
It’s a challenge to remember His blessings and promises and all that He does for us when darkness comes, isn’t it?
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