In the quiet moments of heartache that come in the middle of the night, those moments when sleep seems so difficult to embrace how often have I forgotten that I am not alone. In inner turmoil I cry and I hold on to the darkness that covers me with its cold blanket of fear. Yet, sitting one whisper away is the voice of the most high God, waiting for me to lift my cry to Him. Within me waiting for me to call out, the Holy Spirit sits quietly longing for me to remember. The Son of God waits in the throne of glory eager for me to look up so that he might make intercession for me. Lovingly they sit in the quiet stillness of my fear, one whisper, one upward glance away. So, how is it that I forget? How is it though numerous times before I have found them to hold true to the very promise of God’s Word, how is it that I forget?
1 Chronicles 16:12
“Remember his marvellous works that he hath done, his wonders, and the judgments of his mouth;”
“When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches. Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.”
“I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.”