Food For Thought

I found some very old photos that my brother had sent me. One of them is of me, at about 8 or 9 yrs old. I would post it, but it's horribly faded, not to mention blurry. Regardless, I've stared at this picture until my eyes have crossed. And for what it's worth, I have no recollection of it. I don't remember the clothes that I'm wearing...which are cute, by the way. Red striped t-shirt and white overalls. I don't remember ever having those.
What's worse, I don't recognize the house this picture is taken in. The room has very loud wallpaper, and you would think a person could remember something like that. Not so. Nor does the furniture look familiar. Tragic. I hate forgetting things.
I guess it's a sign of getting older. So let's get off this road onto another...I could use fewer signs.

I am so thankful that my God never forgets me. He not only remembers me, but "He knows the way that I take" (Job 23:10). Never does my foot take a step but what He is watching me. He cares for me and ever pours love and grace upon me. Isaiah 49 even reminds me that I am engraved on the palm of His hand. He's amazing. I have His word, that He'll never cast me away or forget me.
But I also have His word that He has thrown my sins away - as far as the east is from the west - and He remembers them no more. (Psalm 103) As His child, I'm forgiven! One of my new favorite verses is Psalm 130:3 "If you, O Lord, kept a record of sins, O Lord, who could stand?" That Psalm goes on to speak of His forgiveness and redemption.
So I'm confident He will never forget me - and confident He'll never remember my sin. Good food to chew on. Tastes good, too.