the posture for remembering

My kids and I love playing the game of LIFE. My boys like to make lots of money and my girls love to land on the "Twins" space. They always say, "We're twins!" and then choose two little pink pegs to place in their car. I get nervous when I come to a crossroad and I'm forced to choose between two paths. The funny thing is, in 8 spaces the two roads will converge again, so it really doesn't matter. And, most importantly, it's just a game. But what do you do when it's not just a game? What do you do when you have several good job offers on the table and you have to choose one? I know the correct answer is you pray like crazy. But during this waiting time, this holding pattern, I've learned a few things.

One thing I've learned is to remember. I've had to force myself to look back and remember that God has always been faithful to lead me and give me peace in the waiting and in the going. Always. He's always done this. So why not now? I can relate so well with the Israelites in the Old Testament. Moses was always reminding them to remember. Remember the Red Sea. Remember the manna.

I keep a grip on hope when I remember.  --Lamentations 3

This morning in church we took communion. Something beautiful happened as I joined in to remember Jesus' sacrifice. I lifted my head to drink the little cup in my hand, and thought to myself, "This is the posture for remembering...my head lifted up." When I lift my gaze to Him, I remember His goodness to me.

But You, O Lord, are a shield for me, my glory and the One who lifts up my head.  --Psalm 3:3

This morning, Jesus' sacrifice caused me to look up and to remember.