Remembering

The previous post highlighted a song that reminds me of two of my elderly friends. Katherine is a lovely Christian woman who was widowed just over a year ago. Shortly after her husband of 60+ years died, she was moved into the Fillmore Convalescent home because of health problems following a stroke. As you can imagine, she continues to have a rough time. I think of her and Edna fairly often. Unlike many of the residents, they both are relatively quick-thinking with excellent recall. They also exhibit hope and kindness in the midst of difficult, sad circumstances.

A couple of months ago, Mom gave me a book to give to a particular resident. I suggested giving to Katherine instead. When presented with the book, she looked surprised and told me that she has the same book at home--home, where she wants to be but most probably will not return. She enjoyed her new copy, and Mom later said that it was one way of God showing that He remembered her.

The Psalmist often cried to the Lord to remember Him, and I find myself reflecting on whether or not that is enough for most of us. I think we have the mindset that if the Lord remembered us in our afflictions, He would remove them. Yet, He certainly has not forgotten! Is knowing that God thinks of us enough? 

Some days knowing that God thinks about me is supremely overwhelming. (My profile description on this blog is the verse that states, "I am poor and needy, but the Lord thinks on me.") Other days, I can be mad that He does not...well, to be honest, does not do what I want. I am hurt when He appears to be silent for prolonged periods of time. (Of course, when I am worked up, five minutes is a prolonged period of time.) Being content with the knowledge that the Lord has remembered me needs to be enough. Granted, I am often petulant on this topic.