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Our memories are strange things. We get so caught up in our daily living, and our future lives, that a lot of us tend to either bury the past as if it never happened or just conveniently overlook it, treating it as if it didn’t exist because in the present it doesn’t.

Although for some people I think this trying to escape the past by forgetting it is just that, escape, for others it’s because we’re just really bad at remembering. It’s like our brains can only hold so much information at one time and everything else past, present and future just falls out if it doesn’t fit with what’s going on right now.

The other day my son and I had a disagreement over a long past trip to Disneyland. He was only about 3½ years old when he first went and about 4½ years old the second time he went. Even though he has an amazing memory ( he actually remembers things from when  he was 1 and 2) he argued with me that the first time we went was when he was 4. I had to pull out the old photograph albums to show him that yes he had actually gone earlier than he thought.

When he saw the photographs he did remember some parts of that trip. And, it occurred to me that the photographs were a little like small memorials to the trip and every time we saw them we would remember.

Every once in a while I hear of a book or a teaching about building memorials to God, which is entirely biblical and is a really cool thing, because it does help us to remember what He has done. After all how many times does He say,  ‘don’t forget’ to His people in the Word? The short answer? A lot. This is because He knows how short our attention spans are, and how we need to remember what He has done or else we just forget about it and start walking around with the delusion that He hasn’t hardly done anything at all.

One of the issues I’ve always had with these memorials is that the people who are advocating them always seem to say they should be outside and usually made of rocks like the ones in scripture. But, I’m just not an outdoor person. The whole point of building a memorial is to remember, but what’s the point if you don’t even notice it? I mean, if I can drive over a blue can and eventually not see it, you can bet money that I’ll walk right past an outdoor memorial to something He’s done and eventually not see it either.

Being a writer, I write things down, but even that necessitates digging through notebooks to find something to remember and doesn’t have that instant impact that takes place when you see a simple thing and are reminded of what He’s done. So, my writing doesn’t actually add up to any sort of memorial either.

Because I thought I was someone who didn’t make any sort of memorials, I settled back into the camp of when God wants me to remember something He’ll let me know. This seems to be working, but what I didn’t realize is that He had me building memorials to Himself so I would remember what He’s been doing without my even realizing that He was building them.

I mark my Bible, but not in a way that I’ve ever seen anyone else do it. I’ve tried highlighting scripture only to find that the colors irritated me and I’ve tried underlying scripture that I thought was meaningful but it got too messy for me. But, about 2 years ago I started drawing lines in the margin of my bible next to scripture that caught my eye. After that, I found myself, writing the date next to my line in the margin, but only if God had given me the verse either by making it go 3-D on me, speaking into my spirit or giving it to me through someone else.

This resulted in a combination of those little lines, some just plain and some with dates next to them. What I didn’t realize when I started doing this was that those with the dates are my memorials to the Lord, and just because they aren’t a pile of rocks or outside doesn’t make than any less than what they are, remembrances of Him and what He’s given me and in just the right way for me to remember what He has done.

“Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.”

Deuteronomy 4:9

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Having children and being in a family is a wonderful reminder of how unique we all are even if we share the same genetics.

I love roller coasters. My son doesn’t. This really came into sharp focus when we were at Disneyland a few years ago when my son was finally tall enough to ride Space Mountain with me. I thought it was going to be great, but, he didn’t share my enthusiasm. Even though he was hesitant about the whole affair, I thought the minute we started riding on those tracks shooting around the galaxy he would change his mind.

He didn’t. The whole time he hid his face in his hands, slumping down in his seat so he didn’t even see hardly any of the cool stars, planets and meteorites on the ride. He just couldn’t wait to get off, and try as I might I have never been able to convince him to get back on it.

I mistakenly assumed that even though he has a less of a risk taking nature than I, that he would outgrow his natural hesitation for getting on roller coasters, and I would finally have someone to ride them with. I was wrong.

I was the youngest child of the youngest child which meant I not only was the youngest in my own family, but I was the youngest of all my cousins as well. The problem with being in that familial position was that there was no one in my  family who liked roller coasters as much as I did.

So, not only did I have to wait until I was tall enough to ride the roller coasters that I wanted to, ( I still look at every measuring device in front of every ride at every amusement park we go to and feel for the kids who are just that bit too short ) but, I also had to wait until I could find someone who was willing to wait for me to ride them, so I wouldn’t get lost and not be able to find my family when I got off.

Either way, before I was deemed ready by virtue of my height, and even after, I had to wait until I could ride them. First, for myself to grow, and second to join with someone else who would be willing to go along in the venture with me, if only in the supporting role of waiting for me to get on, then off, of the ride.

Sometimes that’s how it is in the family of God isn’t it? First we’re waiting and waiting until God has grown us enough that we’re able to actually do something for Him. Then we find out that we need to have another person in His family to join with us in His work, which, more often than not, means more waiting. And it’s not necessarily waiting for the person we think will join us, but waiting for the person that God has chosen to join us, which can be two different people and very often is.

But, that’s really hard isn’t it? The waiting. And, not only is it difficult but we can get overwhelmed with our own thoughts about it all while we’re waiting. We can lose the peace that He gives us because things don’t look right.

One thing you soon learn when walking with the Lord is that things never look quite right, but they do have that sense that underneath them that they are right because God is in control of them.

So really it comes down to a matter of trusting Him and not getting too stressed in the waiting,  no matter what that waiting looks like.

“Since ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who acts on behalf of those who wait for him.”

Isaiah 64:4

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