forget. remember. after. more words.

I have a friend who told me that the one word that has spoken to her for a long time now has been remember.

And I love that choice.

It seems as if I can never be reminded enough.

I’ll memorize a certain portion of Scripture.

Claim it.

Call it to mind for weeks (and longer)

over a particular situation.

Then I might receive peace

or calm.

And then

forget I ever walked that path.

Forget I ever memorized that truth.

Forget that God spoke to me

and healed me.

And I’ll wind up in my own pit

with a giant running leap.

Again.

That’s what I seem to do.

It’s infuriating.

And when it’s over,

I almost always look back

and realize my mistake.

Afterwards.

After the remembering.

After the forgetting.

After the leaping.

After the pit dwelling.

And

after is just not sufficient.

After

is what it is.

After.

Too late.

So I love her choice of remember.

Why couldn’t I pick a billion words?