Remember

I just got the author galleys for Mornings with Jesus 2027. These are the final proofs before a book goes to press. I know—the lead time is really long—but it’s fun to reread what I wrote months ago. Even more interesting is revisiting those entries a year or two later when the book finally releases.

As I reread my own reflections—written in moments of spiritual zeal or deep contemplation—I’m reminded of so much.

I remember good times and rough ones, problems that were solved or simply lost their power.

I recall joyful rhythms of another season of life that now seem far away.

I remember feelings so intense in the moment that I can’t even summon them now.

I’m reminded that some of my predictions played out differently than I expected.

And I see again how God speaks through me in spite of me—since I don’t even remember writing some of the wisdom He gave.

It’s humbling and hilarious how often my own words preach right back to me. They remind me that it’s not me—it’s always Him. The Holy Spirit speaks through us, and sometimes we need our own reminders to hear it.

Remember.

PRACTICE

Remember a time—or twenty—when God came through.

When that crushing feeling passed, that impossible problem was solved, that temptation lost its grip, or that wound began to heal. If you’re like me, it might’ve been yesterday. Thank Him.

PRAYER

Heavenly Father, thank You for leaving us so many reminders of Your grace and mercy—for those of us with built-in forgetters. Help us remember Your wonders, Your miracles, and Your righteous judgments. Help us remember Your faithfulness, even when we’re not. In Christ’s eternal name I ask it. Amen. Thank You. I love You. 💖