You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.
~Psalms 56:8, NLT
God’s memory is perfect and without limits. His record book is true and His actions are unfalteringly just.
This sounds like a myth but I do have a witness. Some years ago a woman pulled into my driveway and requested that I come sit in the car with her. She was very upset with a relative and for some reason she wanted me to hear her side of the story. I tried to listen patiently but she exhausted my patience in less than an hour. So help me Hannah, she had a note-book on the person in question. She was tracking this woman everywhere she went and recording who she was spending time with. I finally told her the truth: “You have a family to care for and so does she. Why don’t you mind your own business and stop prying into hers? You have brought all of this needless anxiety on yourself.” If my memory serves me correctly, she got upset with me and left.
But that is the point, my memory does not serve me correctly. I remember but I don’t remember perfectly and some times I don’t remember at all. Twice in the past few months, my failing memory has disappointed me. At Mavis COLS, a woman comes up and hugs me. She said, “thank you for praying for me while I was in ICU. I am convinced that your prayers made the difference.” I drew a blank. I did not remember her or visiting her but thank God I did remember her husband and he helped jog my memory. She was married to Hugh’s cousin and he carried me to see her the first time and then I continued to visit while she was in the hospital. Just the other day, Jan and her sisters asks me to do Mrs. Payne’s COLS and they began talking about Daddy Bob’s service and the poem I wrote for his service. I didn’t remember the service or the poem. Thank God, I remembered Daddy Bob.
God has a perfect memory. He does not forget a thing unless He chooses to do so. Do not worry about what others know or think. Every time you share the gospel, God records it. Every time you do an act of kindness, He puts that in His records. Every time you encourage a friend, He makes a note. Every tear you shed in sorrow or joy, He records. You may forget all about it but He will not. Never fret that people fail to give you credit. Be kind to others in Jesus name and He will give you the just reward. Only one life to live on earth and it will soon pass: only what we do for others in Jesus name will last. Do not be weary in well doing, you will reap in due season if you faint not.
Not a lot happening on this day in 2000 which was a Wednesday. I did make a note in my journal that I had the greatest liberty in preaching the mid-week sermon that I had ever experienced but I did not record my text. I went with Joe David to Huntsville yesterday and then I got 6 uninterrupted hours of study for the WBS in Athens next week. Well, almost uninterrupted, Chloe came to see me about 3:00 but I don’t have a TV and she didn’t stay long. I plan to go to DGH today for Rebekah’s surgery. Joe’s went great yesterday. Please pray for Rebekah. She loves DBC! She considers us family. Stop and say a prayer for Rebekah.
I am the victim of spousal abuse: Big Mama refused to pop my pop corn last night. I had to get out of my recliner and pop it myself. I even burned my hand on the bag. This is a cry for sympathy. I had an aweful night fighting my diet; I was craving a pizza. No matter how much yogurt I ate, I still wanted pizza. June said we had a great crowd at THE GATHERING. I had an ox get in the ditch. She said Eva did great with the Praise and Worship. DBC is blessed with some terrific young people.