…is me. I don’t know if it’s true, but I’ve heard people say that elephants have an incredibly durable memory. Taking this to heart, I think that elephants must have memories that persevere circumstances that say the exact opposite; i.e., remembering that a person who is normally quite friendly is only having a bad day when said person is treating said elephant with contempt. (Please note: I am not condoning elephant neglect, and am in fact opposed to it; this example is merely for the sake of illustration.) Mr. Elephant remembers the good and isn’t distracted by these circumstances today. He remembers the good even when there’s no visible sign of the good. I am the exact opposite, but it seems only so with God. I shall elaborate:
God has proven himself utterly and outrageously faithful, not just overall to humanity but even to me, in my own teensy life. He’s done it a million times! Really. And every time, I stand there in awe, as if I was expecting something else from God, who cannot even be anything but faithful (“…for He cannot deny Himself…”).
I am always relieved and grateful when He provides and comes through. Then here comes the next little storm, and I start running around like a crazy woman, completely forgetting the last time the Lord bailed me out, even though the last storm may be as recent as the day before. Rather than simply looking at my knowledge–not just my faith, but my knowledge–and stepping forward steadily knowing who my God is and always will be, I look at my circumstances and try to determine what will happen next. Mrs. Susie Elephant is content (and relatively cool and collected) because she doesn’t forget to remember.
Perhaps one day I will learn her secret.
