I made a list of thing to do the other day: play with the kids (three separate check boxes by that one), stretch, do something creative, devotions, Bible memory, school, plan dinner, blog, journal. Some of these things I’ve been doing a good job of and other things have gone by the wayside with the move.

For years and years I have kept a journal. Then I had the kids and I really slacked off.  I didn’t even know I missed it until recently. Yesterday I read a blog post that reminded me of the importance of remembering all that God has done. After I finished reading, I was reminded that journaling is about more than processing life, it can be such a powerful tool to help recall all the times where God has been faithful.

I read the story of the Israelites crossing the Red Sea to Ethan and Audrey today. The story of how the Israelites had seen miracle after miracle providing for and protecting them as God prepared Pharaoh to let them leave Egypt. The Israelites were hardly out of Egypt when they forgot and started to question if they would have been better off back in slavery. How could they have been afraid after all that they had seen? Their pursuit by the Eyptians gave them amnesia to God’s faithfulness.

I am just like that, but I don’t want to stay that way. This afternoon, as I was working on a project and praying, I kept saying over and over, “I remember. I remember.”

An extra unexpected paycheck.

Our 6 week preemie baby boy growing strong and healthy.

God’s presence in the ICU with my mom as we prayed as sang.

Broken relationships restored.

Big things and little things.

I remember. I’m remembering.