Trudy Maassen Vander Haar

READ : Psalm 105:1-11

One night we stood gaping at the sky, a mix of red, pink, orange and gold. Bare trees were silhouetted against that sky and on the deep snow below. Then the birds came, hundreds of them, honking, cawing, black as midnight, flitting and resting in the trees. How I wished I had the talent to paint that scene, but God made it possible for me to paint it on my mind. The gift of memory what a gift! “Do you remember when. . . ?” It’s called reminiscing and we love it. Whenever family or old friends get together, the memories come flooding back almost unbidden.

A less spontaneous kind of remembering happened in a class of amateurs writing their memoirs. At first pen stroke we thought we wouldn’t remember a thing, but soon the ink just flowed. We wrote of sad times, happy times, embarrassing times. As I wrote, I was reminded of God’s constant presence in my life, of the people and events God used to shape me, and the promise that “he who began a good work in you will bring it on to completion” (Phil. 1:6).

It is good to intentionally remember not just the good things, but the “could-have-beens,” the almost-tragedies of our lives and be thankful. Remember:

“I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a hope and a future”

(Jer. 29:11).


Thank You, God, for the gift of memory. We remember Your wonderful works and give thanks. In Jesus’ name. Amen.