The Red Sea, the Memory of a Goldfish, and Saying Thanks

I always joke with my kids that I have the memory of a goldfish. Once around my bowl and it’s a whole new world. I’m the mom who walks into the kitchen to get something and has to ask them “what was I coming in here for again??” And I guess that might be normal. I do have a lot of balls in the air. I hear you give birth to your memory, anyway, and I’ve done that three times now.

But how do we forget the big things? You know like–hypothetically–not just September 11th, but being in Manhattan on September 11th? Not just being on a boat, but being on the Titanic? Not just walking out of Egypt, but walking through the Red Sea on dry land? Not just being a part of Jesus’s ministry on Earth, but seeing Him alive after He was so clearly dead?

How can we forget such moments of significance?

But I’m convinced we do.

And I caught a haunting glimpse today of how I think it can happen.

I was on twitter (not much of a tweeter, but I was curious) to search the word “Kony.” No doubt you have seen the posters and the video sweeping the internet championing the arrest of Joseph Kony, But I was surprised (dismayed?) by what I found in my search results.

There was a lot of what you would expect, of course, lots of support. But there were also nay-sayers, those who said this is all a ploy by the Invisible Children movie producer to make money or that the accusations against Kony have no foundation or that Kony is now just a beggar on the run who has to scrape by to steal food to survive or actual jokes about the atrocities.

And please don’t get me wrong: this post isn’t about Kony. I’m not trying to be provocative here. But I was struck by how easily doubt can creep in. And what was once so sure can seem to unravel.

Like…

Did you really see Jesus walking around a few days after He was dead?

Did my parents really see Jesus walking around a few days after he was dead?

Did my grandparents really see Jesus walking around a few days after he was dead?

Time passes or distance separates, and what was an amazing reality can become an old wives’ tale, a myth.

I’ve often wondered how on Earth some of the people recorded in the Bible could forget the amazing things they saw and experienced. But I often do the same thing. I pray “big prayers” and when I see miracles happen, I forget the labor and grief I spent asking for the outcome, or worse yet, I assign credit to “chance” or “luck” instead of divine intervention.

So how do I help ensure that I do not live a life of forgetful ingratitude?

It’s simple: Say Thank You. {And Write It Down.}

Writing it down gives you a source for reflection, increased gratitude, and REMEMBRANCE! {And what a treasure, what a heritage for your children.}

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I know I’ve mentioned it before (here), but have you read Ann Voskamp’s book One Thousand Gifts yet? It’s been a NYT best seller for about a ga-zillion years now (or maybe just since it released last winter). It’s a dare to live fully right where you are. I cannot provide an adequate synopsis, but here’s this from amazon.com, where you can order it: “beautiful, heart-aching stories of the everyday give you a way of seeing that opens your eyes to ordinary amazing grace, a way of being present to God that makes you deeply happy, and a way of living that is finally fully alive.”

Oof, that dog’ll hunt.

So–though I already like to practice gratitude–I’m finally beginning my own written list. Here goes:

1. salvation (a great God stepping out of perfection into the muck and the mire because He loves me).

2. my husband. he is extraordinary, and I am humbled that I would never ever EVER be able to merit such a gift as he.

3. my three precious ones–big bro, li’l bro, and sissy–all clearly and beautifully woven together by His hand.

4. God’s Word, a double edged sword that performs careful surgery on my heart

5. the way sissy tosses her head back and laughs

6. the caring, nurturing, shepherding spirit of big bro.

7. the fun, gregarious, mischievous spirit of li’l bro

Won’t you list along with me? In a notepad on the kitchen counter? On your laptop? On a pad of paper at your bedside? With a link to your own list in the comments below?

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