Every few days “Facebook Memories” pops up on my newsfeed with messages or photos I posted several years ago. The ones of my grandbabies always tug at my heart because they’re reminders that those sweet little ones are growing up way too fast.
Other memories are photos from fun times I’ve had at conferences with my crazy writing and film industry buddies, family trips and occasions with friends. Those moments make me smile and remember how blessed I am to have such special folks in my life.
And sometimes, those Facebook Memories provide reminders of a faithful God. That happened one day last week.
Here’s what I’d written years ago: “This morning at the hospital, I stopped at floor #6 and looked at the strip of concrete roof that was my view for the six weeks I spent there after a car wreck. The doctors said I’d never walk normally. They said I’d have arthritis, and I’d have to have a hip replacement within five years. None of that happened, and I just want to thank Him again for all those answered prayers.”
You know, friends, sometimes in the midst of our busy days as we zip from one thing to another, we neglect to remember all those times when God’s been faithful to us. So I’m going to share some faithful memories that popped into my mind today.
I remember a time when we almost lost our business, and there seemed to be no hope. And then a faithful God stepped in and did just what He promised in Psalm 18:19, “He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.”
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And then there was the time when I stood in a hospital room praying desperate prayers for my son who was in intense pain. He’d been very sick for days. The doctors had run numerous tests but were completely stumped as to what was causing the problem. And then my faithful God did just what He promised in Jeremiah 17:14, “Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed…” providing just the answers the doctors needed.
I remember the days following my dad’s suicide. Times when the grief overwhelmed me, when I felt like I couldn’t make it through the day. And then just as He promised in Psalm 46:1, He proved that “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.”
I could write for days, thanking Him for the little things that really aren’t so little. For a roof over my head. For a pantry packed with food. For shoes on my feet and the ability to walk in them. The list could go on and on.
How blessed we are to have a God we can count on—who is available whenever we need Him. Take time today to think about the many ways He’s been faithful to you, and then thank Him.
