One Word Ponder ~ remember ~
Remember ~ Even as I say the word out loud to myself, memories flood to the surface. They are snippets from long ago mostly. Somewhat shadowy and vague, I need someone to help me put the pieces in context.
- There's a picture of a little girl (I know she is me) sitting on the tailgate of a truck with her dad. I think she has some dirt on her hands and face, which is ok because they were selling tomatoes (home-grown) out of the back of the truck.
- Another picture flashes of this little girl walking out into a backyard full of tall grass. She was taking in the smell and the view when suddenly a train whistle screamed and a train raced past her at the edge of the tall grass.
- Yet another memory begins dark as night. It was night, I think, like waking up from a deep sleep to the sounds of sirens and voices screaming. There were flashes of light and roaring sounds outside the window. The little girl looked out and there down the street was a house on fire.
- The last memory is very short. She (me) was wrapped in a blanket and the feeling I have now of her is hot. She was burning up, cheeks red with fever, and out of her misery, she rolled from side to side wrapped in a blanket.
Apparently, in this last memory, I was 3 years old and had the measles. My fever was extremely high, which caused great concern for all who loved me and took care of me. Yet, what I know now is this; God protected me and healed me just as He has done on multiple occasions throughout my life and in multiple variations.
All of those scenarios above are snippets from my own life. I am the little girl in all of those memories. Yet, because I was under 5 years old, I need those who are older than me and lived with me through those times to add context. My parents are pretty much the only ones who know the facts, and fortunately for me, they have good memories of those times. I love to begin the memory with a snippet and let them fill in the details of where, when, what, how and sometimes why.
Times of remembering and connecting the dots with facts are life-giving, healing and they strengthen our faith to remember we've never been alone. For instance, the train memory. Just that little snippet could open the door to feelings of fear, anxiety and even feelings of abandonment.
Yet, talking it out with my mom who was there in the house, erases my natural tendency toward negative imaginations. The what could have happened to the little girl is easily replaced by truth/facts like the truth that there was a fence between our yard and the railroad tracks.
This is just one of many aspects of my relationship with Jesus I absolutely adore!
When I am caught up in a tailspin, much like the Israelites of old, thinking my walk into freedom might not be worth the desert place scenery, Jesus whispers my name. He wants me to take my eyes off of the scenery (the snippet) and look at Him. He's so kind when I come to Him rather than run off to hide with the proverbial 'what-if' monster. Jesus, through the truth of His word and powerful presence of His Holy Spirit living in me, cups my chin and lifts my face so my eyes will meet His.
Jesus, when I begin the snippet of what I can see, adds the context. He fills in the facts and reminds me of His promises. He speaks to me of His character until I remember Who He is and who I am. A child of God. A daughter of the King.
O girl, remember, yes, but remember before the Lord.
Remember with clarity!
~ Meet Lisa Brittain ~
Hi. I'm so glad you stopped by. My name is Lisa and I am the founder of this website. My ministry is called Eyes on Jesus and Shine which comes from Psalm 34:5
My desire is to help others run toward Jesus and not away. I want to walk with you and introduce you to Him. I'll leave you two alone so you can find out for yourself; Who He is and who you are as you become adopted into God's family.
I love to walk through life with friends who help me keep my eyes on Jesus, and then I get to help them too when they forget. My hope is to live the overflow of my walk with Jesus so that His love shines bright through me and becomes a contagious joy for everyone I meet for the rest of my days on earth.