Remember: Part 3

I used to think God’s blessings were limited to our faithfulness;
Now I know His faithfulness is not limited at all.

Sometimes we get so caught up in the day to day we forget where we are in our story.

I remember waking up one morning realizing that it was time to ask Hannah to marry me.

It had come up before, but the timing was always off. She was still in school and I wasn’t going to marry a college student. The school chapter needed to be closed.

I knew God had called me to Seminary.

I had been given two years in the business world to busy myself until she finished her undergrad.

I woke up one morning with this epiphany: God was saying NOW.

I freaked out a little bit.

The truth is, I had sketched out on a sheet of paper a savings plan for how I could afford the ring she wanted. She had torn one out of a Reed’s catalogue and, on one of our first dates, tucked it into my wallet.

“When the time is right,” she winked, “so there’s no guessing.”

The problem was, I hadn’t managed to save a dime.

I was convinced I had sinned egregiously. I had not managed to hold up my end of the bargain. God had given me two years, and between car payments, gas payments, insurance, cell phone, and on and on, I had a very small amount of money saved up, not nearly enough for a proper engagement.

I begged His forgiveness.

Just then the phone rang.

I won’t go into all the details, but I hadn’t spoken of my plans to anyone, or the most recent impression He made upon my heart about the timing being now.

“I don’t know when you’re going to ask Hannah to marry you,” said the voice on the other end. “But I have a ring I want to give you. You’ll want to get it resized and worked on to turn it into exactly what she wants I imagine, but it’s something to work with. If you have a little bit saved up to do that, you can turn it into anything.”

I took that ring to a jeweler with the picture from my wallet.

Three days and a couple hundred bucks later, I had the ring from the catalogue. He recommended I have it appraised for insurance so I did.

The penniless kid committed to Jesus and in love with Hannah, managed to get a $22,000 ring on his future bride’s finger.

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Psalm 78 is a catalogue of God’s acts of faithfulness and provision to the Jewish people.

The author mentions that his reason for writing is “to tell the next generation…” so they would “teach their children, so the next generation would know, even the children yet to be born, and they in turn would tell their children, that they would put their trust in God and would not forget his deeds but would keep his commands” (Psalm 78).

Why don’t we do a better job remembering?

Why don’t we more intentionally write these things down?

Were we to spend more time praising, more time remembering, more time meditating on the things God has done for us, is it possible our outlooks would change? Is it possible we might even see more of His activity in our lives?

Is it possible He may use that to change our children? Our grandchildren? Our great grandchildren? For generations to come?

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As a father, nothing is more precious to me than the thought of my children, whom I love with every fiber of my being, to find in God, the old, familiar, faithful, intimate friend that I have found in Him.

I am thinking now of old Moses sitting on a mountain – sitting with God – looking across the Jordan into the Promised Land.

 

As I look back over the events of my life, I see the hands that carried Moses to his grave lifting me daily out of mine.

In remembering, I go back to these places where God met me and I meet Him again and I lay my head on His chest, and He shows me the land beyond the Jordan and I suck into my lungs the fragrance of His breath, the power of His presence.

When my children hear these stories, when my children see this trust and this friendship, these two old friends together on the mountain, when they look on and witness what radical trust looks like, I have to believe it has an impact.

 

So remember. For your kids, remember.

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