DayBreaks for 5/15/18: Things Remembered
From the DayBreaks archive, May 2008
The smell of a basement, or an in-ground pump house. The scent of an orange grove snaking its way through the refreshing breeze. Sights. Sounds. The feel of humidity on the skin.
I used to live in Florida a long time ago. I’ve lived there twice in fact. Once when I was just a young boy in the 4th grade, and again after graduating from high school when I went to Florida to attend college. This past week, I spent time in central Florida, sight-seeing and enjoying what there was to be explored. I saw things I’d never seen before, which I always find fascinating, and I learned things that I’d not known before, which is exhilarating.
One thing that I didn’t expect was the flood of sensations that reminded me of living there years before. There is a certain feel to the air in Florida that is missing in California. Early in the morning, there’s a smell of damp, humid air that we don’t get to experience in the west.
As I reflected on that, and other reports from my senses, I began to ponder the phenomenon of memory. I thought of my children and grandchildren and thought about how they would remember me. I thought of the friends from church we had here a long time ago who “adopted” us young Californian kids who were so far away from home. Some of those friends how rest in the arms of the Lord, though some linger here still.
In 50 years, will anyone remember me at all? Will the name of Galen Dalrymple be long forgotten? Who will speak my name, and why?
I know, however, that He will not forget me nor my name. When I rest from the labors of this life, I will be remembered by the One who made me, Who kept me, Who led me through this world and safely to the next. And, I concluded, that is enough. It is more than enough that He will know me and once again call me by name.
Psalms 106:3-4 (KJV) – Remember me, O LORD, with the favour that thou bearest unto thy people: O visit me with thy salvation.
PRAYER: Dear Father, I am so grateful that you have never forgotten me and that you will always remember me and hold me near to your heart. May I never forget you. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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