The Strength to Remember

Wayne Cordeiro

"We have sinned like our fathers, we have committed iniquity, we have behaved wickedly. Our fathers in Egypt did not understand your wonders; they did not remember Your abundant kindnesses, but rebelled by the sea, at the Red Sea" (Ps. 106:6-7).
I noticed something recently. The muscles I use are the ones that tend to grow stronger, but the ones I ignore tend to move - with a terrifying haste - toward atrophy.

My gratefulness muscle has been getting flabby lately.

Somehow, unaware to me, I've been working out my "me" muscles. I've been remembering what I should forget, and I forget what I should remember! Lately, the regimen has been like this: I think more about my woes, my responsibilities and all I have to do than anything else. And my heart gets out of shape.

And forgetting?

I've been forgetting the acts of kindness done by my wife, by friends and staff members at the church where I serve. Forgetting that I am chosen and called and equipped by the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. (I love that way the Bible defines God! That one, tiny phrase evokes the memory of the rich, unforgettable legacy that included the Israelites.) But they forgot God's story in their lives. They began to focus more on their own problems... what their own introspective problems were rather than on the story of God's stunning omnipotence in their lives.

And their gratefulness muscles withered. Just like mine.
I've been forgetting that their story is also my story... the good, the bad and the ugly. I can be like the Israelites. How often I look condescendingly on them when the reality is that I am looking in a mirror at my own tendencies.

But I must remember His remarkable workings in my life. I need to remind myself to search for evidences of His presence rather than look for evidences of His absence.

The good news, however, is this: God is still writing, as Paul Harvey often quips, "the rest of the story." And God's authorship in my future will be proven not only flawless, but beautiful. I will keep my eyes on His workings. I must build the muscle group that I have tended to neglect lately so my heart will not be out of kilter and so my appreciation gets back in shape.
Dear Father: Please keep me reminded of your workings in my life. Help me to see You in the acts of kindness that others show. Help me resist looking for my own pitiful story and instead, see Yours being written in my life.

Devotions for May 02

1 Chronicles 16
Psalm 106
Matthew 19

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