Memory is a gift from me. You still recall your mother’s voice. Matt’s touch. Remember the rich chimes of the wind through icy branches and the hollow thuds of hammers and air nailers building your barn. The shrill cry of a newborn lamb still echoes through your mind.
Your past is rich with emotions and sounds and sights.
Learn from the past.
Do not imprison yourself in those memories, but be encouraged. What I have promised, I will complete.
Your past will never leave you, but the future unfolds with newness.
I will forge fresh memories and healing paths for you.
Lean into me.
And I said, “This is my fate;
the Most High has turned his hand against me.”
11 But then I recall all you have done, O LORD;
I remember your wonderful deeds of long ago.
12 They are constantly in my thoughts.
I cannot stop thinking about your mighty works.
13 O God, your ways are holy.
Is there any god as mighty as you?
14 You are the God of great wonders!
You demonstrate your awesome power among the nations.
Psalm 77:10-14
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
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