Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Gift of Memory

There are days when the only thing that gets you from sunrise to bedtime is memory.

It had been a night of only-occasional sleep. I arose to face the reality that I was the lone adult in the house with two young boys. Two grandsons who woke to the day thinking they would run wild and do whatever silly, crazy thing they wanted. Their parents were away for a business trip. It was my job to see to it that these guys had a safe and good day and to make sure that I didn’t suffer any debilitating injuries in the process. Grandmothers, after all, are sometimes unsteady on their feet and fall down stairs and trip over curbs. Help me, Lord!

After several cups of coffee – who’s counting? – I was able to listen to God. Sitting on the porch looking at the mountains in the distance, I marveled at the gorgeous morning.

That’s when the memory kicked in. Verses from God’s Word began to float through my foggy mind like the gentle breezes that touched my cheeks.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I will lift up my eyes to the hills where my help comes from. My help comes from the Lord, maker of heaven and earth. The Lord is the strength of my life. God did not give me a spirit of fear but of power, of love and of a sound mind. The joy of the Lord is my strength.
Gradually, with the combination of the memory thoughts and the strong black coffee in my cup, I returned to the house to corral my young ‘uns.

Foolish children. They didn’t stand a chance!