Yesterday was 9/11. I forgot. Well, not so much forgot; I wasn’t paying attention. I was more focused on “Wednesday” than on the date. Because I have not, and never will, forget the events of that day.
Still, I feel a little guilty. In a nation as divided and angry as we are, it’s important to remember the things that unify us. September 11 did that and still does. Or should.
Then, of course, I start to think of all the other things I forget. Well, maybe not so much forget, but didn’t pay attention to. Guilty. And sorry. I can do better.
Isn’t it wonderful that God doesn’t forget me?
“Never! Can a mother forget her nursing child?
Can she feel no love for the child she has borne?
But even if that were possible,
I would not forget you!
See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.
Isaiah 49:15-16a NLT
He doesn’t forget me, but He has to be used to my forgetting Him. Guilty. And sorry. I can do better. Yet He understands.
For he knows how weak we are;
he remembers we are only dust.
Psalm 103:14 NLT
Remembering is wonderful.
But then I recall all you have done, O Lord;
I remember your wonderful deeds of long ago.
Psalm 77:11 NLT
It’s amazing what happens when I actually pay attention.
Let all that I am praise the Lord;
may I never forget the good things he does for me.
Psalm 103:2 NLT