Oh forgetful me...
My Mom will be the first to tell you that I am horrible about forgetting people and losing touch. (I love you Mommy!) She'll call me and ask why I haven't called or been by. She'll remind me that it's been a week, maybe two since we even talked. Horrible. I should have the crap kicked out of me for that. Oh, I can come up with a good excuse, like work's been busy, lots going on with the kids, or something else. And the reasons are true. But they do not excuse my neglect.
But do you know what is worse? Forgetting God. I know all of you have probably gotten this licked but... have you ever gotten to the end of a day and thought, wow, I haven't thought about God today, much less talked to him. Or maybe it's a been a couple of days. Or, gasp, more? I know I've been there more than I like to admit.
How in the world does this happen? The God that has given us so much and even made the ultimate sacrifice becomes forgotten in our feeble little minds. He is ignored to the point of being shut off from our hearts. We lose our desire to pursue him as we pursue those things that clutter our everyday lives.
It blows me away.
I love David's words in Psalm 139:
1O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
2You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.3You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.4Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.5You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high; I cannot attain it.7Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
It's a darn good thing that God knows us and that he is infinitely better at pursuit than we are. Even when I forget him, he has not forgotten me and there is no fleeing from his Spirit.
So God, thanks for pursuing us and please remind us to remember you.
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