I think it's Godly, and healthy, to remember what God has done in the past. Remembering what God has done isn't me trying to hide the fact that hard stuff has happened too; it just creates space for me to dwell on God's character. It allows for me to focus on truth. And gives me faith for the future. (Also, God told Israel quite a few times to remember what He did...so I'm sure I could't go wrong to do the same.)
Today I want to share with you one of my "remembering" stories. It's one that I can look back on, no matter where I'm at in life, and say, "God is good. He's faithful. Though life may change, I know who God is. And He loves me."
It was about 5 years ago. I was sitting at my desk in the naturopathic clinic I worked at, on a fairly slow day. To pass the time, I was reading a book that a friend of mine wrote about intimacy with Jesus. The book suggested that God wants to reveal His specific love to us, and that we can even ask Him to reveal His love to us. I was intrigued by the stories in this book, so I thought I'd put God to a little test. I mean, I asked Him to reveal His love for me. And I asked Him to do it in a specific way.
I prayed, "Lord, would you show me your love for me by this: will you have someone bring flowers to me at my desk, here at work? I would really know that you love me if you did that." I wanted to believe that maybe this could happen, but I wasn't so sure. God doesn't really interact with us in daily life, does He? Doesn't He have better things to do, like solve world hunger, than show me His love for me? I'm not that important to Him. I asked Him for some flowers, and then pretty quickly forgot about that prayer.
About a week later, I was sitting at that very same desk. A patient came into the office, and we chatted for a few minutes. I noticed that he had a huge, lush bouquet of flowers in his hand. My boss was pregnant, so I assumed that they were for her, and I asked, "wow, are those for Amanda? She will love those!" The patient looked at me and said, "No, they aren't for Amanda. I brought them here for you!"
This patient went on to say that he had been praying and felt that the Lord was prompting Him to bring me a bouquet of flowers. So there I sat, astonished and at a loss for words, accepting this gigantic bouquet. From Jesus. He had them brought to my desk at work, like I had asked. Just to say "I love you."
|A rose from the bouqet|
I hope I never forget this day. It reminds me that God loves me, that He cares not only about big issues like world hunger, but also about little ol' me. And that He is much more present in my life than I ever could have dreamed.
Thank you Jesus. Keep reminding me of this story, ok? And thank you, kind patient. You have no idea, but God used you to change my life, forever.
Is there anything God wants to remind you of today?