It is so easy to forget things that we are sure we never possibly could.
As for me, at times when I am weary and a bit overwhelmed with motherhood I might forget how desperate I was to be right here in the midst of this chaos with too little sleep and far more to do than I possibly can do. Not only might I be tempted to forget that this life with all it’s demands and stresses is an answer to prayer, I may also forget Who it was that answered that prayer and how He did so and what I promised in return.
I promised myself and I promised my God that I would love the children He gave me but, I would never forget they were His first and foremost. I was sure I never possibly could.
And yet, I do forget. I forget to remember. I forget that they are His and I am His. I forget that He is God and I am not. I forget that He knows what the future holds and can handle it. I forget with all my limits and failings and struggles, that He has no limits. I forget that though without Him I could not do it, I will never be without Him.
When I forget to remember I feel like everything is too much and too heavy. When I forget to remember I may slip into despair and confusion. I may lose my focus and my clarity. I may lose my hope and my wherewithal.
So, today and many days to come, when I close my eyes at night and say my prayers and prepare for rest, I will remember. I will refuse to worry and fret. I will remember who He is and who I am. I will remember whose they are and whose I am. I will remember. I will worship Him with my trust because He has proven Himself trustworthy.
I will remember because He remembered me.
“Sir, do you remember me?” Hannah asked. “I am the very woman who stood here several years ago praying to the lord. I asked the lord to give me this boy, and he has granted my request. Now I am giving him to the lord, and he will belong to the lord his whole life.” And they worshiped the lord there. (1 Samuel 1:26-28 NLT)