Remember: A Prayer of the Redeemed

With all of the list making, color coordinating, having-three-planners sort of person that I am, I would hope that over time, the amnesia that plagues me regularly wouldn’t be a thing. Like a child of my generation, I even got tattoos to match, my way of marking times in my life that I didn’t want to forget, that I wanted etched on to my skin so that in those moments of memory loss, I could easily trace with my fingertips the markings of what has been done.

The New Years Eve posts all around me were filled with people's’ memories of their past year, pictures displayed marking specific times and events with smiling faces abounding. We can, in some sort of way, thank the cultural liturgy of the years end that does help us to very poignantly remember.

Even as we looked back as a family, our year has been full of not only ups and downs, but nothing I could have imagined or planned. In a lot of ways, God has moved in ways that we should have expected him to, casting away idols of ours, working both boldly and also quietly, graciously sustaining our every single day. He has taken most of what we thought was wise, and flipped it on its head, this upside-down nature of following Him becoming much more of a gift than we could have known. As I shared with a co-worker this week, although it has been beautiful, it has also been met with many tears and wounds that have been absolutely necessary. We remember.

Oh give thanks to the LORD, for he is good,
for his steadfast love endures forever!
Let the redeemed of the LORD say so,
whom he has redeemed from trouble
and gathered in from the lands,
from the east and from the west,
from the north and from the south.
— Psalm 107:1-3

Whether through wrestling, limping, rejoicing, dancing, or running, being called His child is more than enough when all you have to offer is need. Yes, I have ink on my body that can bear some of those many testimonies, but our lives as a whole should be an offering of witness to this great gift of how faithful our God is to even me.

Here is to another year of God taking our small lives and molding, shaping, pruning, constantly giving us gifts we certainly do not deserve, taking away, seeing us. We do not deserve His unending love and yet He offers it so freely and so costly. He is good.

May I become less. May I remember. May I give thanks.

Let the redeemed of the Lord say so.

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