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Forget no more

“Only take care, and keep your soul diligently, lest you forget the things that your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart all the days of your life. Make them known to your children and your children’s children” (Deuteronomy 4:9, ESV)

We are so forgetful. Not just of keys and times and details. We forget the most important events of our lives.

We forget the heart transplant God performed when he took our stony and broken heart and replaced it with a new one from Him.

We forget that he cleansed our sin-stained hearts from every ugly deed and every wicked thought. We forget that he did it many years ago and we forget that he did it again this morning.

We forget that the King himself stoops low to hear the stuttering prayers we utter, we forget that his Spirit overcomes our weakness and bears our prayers to heaven's throne.

We forget that we are beloved children and not despised strangers.

We forget that we are unimaginably rich because of the treasures our Savior lavished upon us.

We forget that so many years ago, Jesus cried out from the cross as he bore the judgement we deserved.

Today, my soul, forget no more. Today, remember how much He has done.


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