I’m a morning person.
The minutes between the caffeine working and the sun rising are precious to me.
It’s often in these times that I sit down and attempt to listen, read, dwell, and remember.
Remember who God is and what He has done and is doing and will do.
Remember why it matters.
Remember the intimate relationship a good Father wants with a son He has adopted in.
Yet, lately it’s been harder to remember. Perhaps, I should say harder to focus. My mind can quickly turn to the news, work for that day, or simple anxiety for the week ahead.
I’ve been slow to admit this trend.
I think I’ve been slightly scared of what it means,
Why is this harder?
Why can’t I enjoy your Word and Presence?
Why is it a battle to read and be still?
This morning, as the soft orange and purple sky mix, I remember.
You can’t practice forgetfulness and expect one hour of remembering each day to help.
I don’t know where you go with your confusion, or weariness or frustration but I know in our media rich world it’s easy to practice forgetting vs remembering.
And yes, we all go somewhere with those things – those deep feelings of worry mingled with hope and fear.
Practicing forgetting sounds odd but here’s what it looks like:
We practice forgetting by using our phones as way to distract us rather than pushing into our hopes and fears and concerns. We practice forgetting by using an after work TV show to forget the work frustration and forget how we have to deal with it tomorrow. We practice forgetting by leaving the email unopened because it’s easier to say “we got busy” than acknowledge our words are needed.
And here’s the thing about forgetting – it suffocates the very substance of prayer.
Hope, worry, fear, anxiety, frustration, fatigue, concern, even thankfulness – all of these are what pushed the Psalmist to pray.
David felt a lot. And maybe you do too.
And maybe we’re supposed to.
Maybe, we’re supposed to feel a lot because we’re supposed to remember a lot.
Maybe, we’re supposed to remember the cross meant things for worry and it meant things for pain.
Maybe, we’re supposed to remember the torn curtain and the throne room we can now enter.
Maybe, we’re supposed to remember that we have a God that loves to listen and reply with promises.
Maybe, we’re supposed to remember and remind.
Maybe, we’re supposed to show the world there’s something better than forgetting.
Maybe, that’s how resurrection works.