Selective memory … it is something that runs in the family bloodline it seems. We Kim-folk can recall certain events and conversations with frightening accuracy, but oftentimes cannot seem to remember what we walked into the room to do.
What is funny is how skewed my memory tends to be. I am quick to remember the things that have gone wrong, the disappointments I have faced, the times where I have fallen flat on my face. And for whatever reason, I do not often remember how faithful the Lord has been to me, how plentifully He has provided for my every need … to be thankful and to acknowledge His loving hand in it all. All of those things seem to have a hidden room, deep in the recesses of my mind. And how humble He is, that He is the one who gently reminds me, when I should be the one shouting at the top of my lungs how good He has been to me!
So I will remember … He is the one who has ALWAYS been good to me. He is the one who has never ever ever let me down. Forget Him not, oh forgetful heart of mine. Bless the Lord … and forget not His benefits.
