"I will never forget any of their deeds” ~Amos 8:7
Saying that God has a great memory is quite an understatement. I have a pretty good memory too, if we are talking about being able to recount all those times I have been cut off on the freeway or that one time my brother bit me. But how well do I remember the good things? Do I remember that time that my friend took two hours out of his busy weekend to help me change my brakes for free? Do I remember all of countless times my mother has washed the dishes for me? Do I remember all the times the people around me have forgiven me when I hurt them?
I race a lot, and had a race a couple of weeks ago. I was extremely agitated and cried the entire week leading up to it because I was afraid of drowning during the swim portion of the race. Needless to say, I was not a pleasant person to be around. Still, my entire family showed up to support me on the morning of the race, one of my sisters even making a four hour drive from a different state to come cheer me on. I will never forget this kindness and support my family gave me when I most needed it, even though I was a complete mess and being one hundred and twelve percent high maintenance. I hope that someday I will be able to fill my heart with memories like that and let go of the things I have no right to hang on to. We can’t let the little everyday hurts build up and form a crusty film around our hearts. Remember the good deeds, the small kindnesses those you love have given you, be that showing up when you need some hardcore support or remembering to bring home milk and frozen peas from the store – even if they forgot everything else on the grocery list.