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Do You Remember?

It's amazing how quickly old habits can be broken. I know it usually works the other way around, but perhaps it's different with little girls that are 3. We had quite a week with our 3-year old, as her stomach refused to keep anything down for 6 straight days. One trip to the hospital and an IV later, she is doing fine.

Except...

Now she thinks the norm of her life is not eating, sleeping in my bed and watching TV all day. When she does decide to eat, she wants ice cream for breakfast since that is what they gave her in the hospital. After all, if doctors are approving this kind of diet, why should the parents fight it?

It makes me think of hard seasons in my life, last week included. When your days become long and your nights become longer, and it happens for a long enough period of time, it can be difficult to remember what life was like before the hard season. Just ask anyone who has had or has lived with someone with a long-term disease.

These burdensome thoughts make the promise of Psalm 77 ever brighter. Asaph, the writer, had been asking if God will always reject him. He too had been going through a difficult season, so much that he was lifting 'untiring hands' to God and his 'soul refused to be comforted.' He even wondered if God had forgotten him.

And then he remembered. 'I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago' (Psalm 77:11). When our days become long, we need to recall Who made each day. When our life is not seeming to go in the direction we think it should, we need to remember Who gave us life. Asaph remembered all that God had done in the past.

And if we can remember what God has already done, and trust that He indeed holds the future, then we can trust Him and praise Him today. Even if you are 3 years old and you haven't had a normal meal in a week.

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