Remember 

I have a really bad memory. It is so embarrassing when people recall stories in vivid detail where I was present and I have absolutely no recollection of the event. On this Memorial Day morning I want to first recall all the brave moments that allowed for my moment of freedom today. As I am packing to go on an adventure with my boys it is so easy to forget that I am free because of the men and women who once fought for this very freedom. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your sacrifice. 

As I think about the physical freedoms we are afforded it also brings to mind the spiritual freedom that I am so blessed with. Because He lives I can face tomorrow. Because He lives all fear is gone. I am free not because of my own goodness or family history, but because He died and rose again.  

“”Only take care, and keep your soul diligently, lest you forget the things that your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart all the days of your life. Make them known to your children and your children’s children—” Deuteronomy‬ ‭4:9‬ ‭ESV‬‬

This warning in scripture always convicts me. Not only does it convict me because it reminds me of my horrible memory, but I think it is so moving because it mentions the need to remind my own children. It lays that awesome responsibility of passing on my testimony to the generations following me. I am so blessed to have been raised in a family that served God. Although, at times in the blessings it is easy to forget that there was suffering, sacrifice and tears to afford me this freedom. It is easy in times of peace and spiritual blessing to move from blessing to blessing and forget what He has done. The danger in this blessed heritage is that if I forget, they will never know. 

Lord, let my heart never forget the things that you have done. Let me always have testimony ready to share.