This might sound strange, but God showed me something about myself.
A main way that I worship Him is through remembering.
My heart just swells when I hear songs or see pictures or relive memories, not just with a nostalgic feeling, but a remembrance of just how God has brought me to where I am today. Thinking back to people and places that have shaped who I am inspires in me a desire to worship this all-powerful and all-knowing God. A personal, a Living God, a God who speaks, a God who has known me more deeply than I can fathom, a God who loves me so fiercely that He gives me life against all odds. And a wonderful life, at that.
I thought this was unusual at first, but then I realized that Israel’s kind of in the same boat.
“Remember these things, O Jacob,
for you are my servant, O Israel.
I have made you, you are my servant;
O Israel, I will not forget you.” (Is 44:21)
“You shall remember that you were a slave in the land of Egypt, and the LORD your God brought you out from there with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm.” (Deut 5:15)
“Remember the wondrous works that he has done,
his miracles and the judgments he uttered,
O offspring of Israel his servant,
sons of Jacob, his chosen ones!” (II Ch 16:12-3)
We’re supposed to remember.
(this could be a double post, but I don’t want to be that girl)
Brooke Waggoner, from Come Love, See My Hands:
I don’t know why I plant these
And fashion them from slices of earth
I guess I’m slave to the spirit
Of needing to create and give birth.