memory: n. the power or process of reproducing or recalling what has been learned and retained, especially through associative mechanisms.
remember: v. to bring to mind or think of again; to retain in the memory.
I don’t want to ever forget this. I want to remember it for as long as I live. This, my prayer after receiving an amazing God blessing, one where He touched my life in ways above and beyond what I could every imagine.
But what did I do? I forgot. And that is the point of this essay.
It hit me like a ton of bricks–that expression was another of my sweet Mama’s “isms.” Her sayings slip out of my being at unplanned, unexpected moments. I hadn’t used that description for years.
The thoughts and instructions weren’t foreign. God’s teachings never are. But He metes them out bit by bit, until the pay lode reaches its max. Than He delivers a fully developed point and directive. What I do with it is up to me.
I admit it. I have a habit of looking down my nose at those who live differently from the way I do–it borders on the “spiritually superior” thing, smacking of judgement. Why do they live the way they do? Don’t they know there is a better way?
To sum it up briefly–either people do not know truth or have seen it and rejected it.
Bingo! Instead of comparing, criticizing, and judging . . . this: “But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” Matthew 5:44
This is God’s way. In a nutshell, pray for those who need Him. If someone is harsh and critical, unkind and even downright evil, their lives shout out their spiritual need. I am asked to pray for them, not to demean and condemn.
My country is divided. Them vs. us. What if I seriously begin to practice this: ” I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession, and thanksgiving be made for all people–for kings and all those in authority.” I Timothy 2: 1, 2
I have been shown a better way. it is now in my hands.
