I Don't Know Why I Remember...

So this story is about me.

I was maybe about ten years old, living in a not-too-significant part of a popular urban city. That day was just like any other day. The weather was like the day before, nothing was different. We didn’t have any water supply or electricity again, so I willingly volunteered to get some water from the big house opposite mine.

I went into the bathroom to collect a plastic bucket, and then I made my way outside the gate of my apartment complex towards the huge house on the opposite side of the street. Of course, I heard my father’s voice in the background telling me that I needed to look left and right multiple times before I crossed the road, and I did. Suddenly, I was on the other side of the street. But I was not getting a bucket of water. I was in a place where I did not want to be. I had fallen inside a dirty gutter. The gutter was dirty because it was filled halfway with stagnant water, green molds, spits, the remains of water used to wash dirty clothes, and possibly eggs that had been laid by malaria-spreading mosquitoes. It took two men to lift me out. My task was never completed. Instead, I ran back into the gate of my apartment complex. I could not go into my house because of the stench. I had to take off my clothes outside the house and throw them away, and I had to request that my sister bring me a change of clothes. I don’t know why I remember this day. I have had some other bad days, but this one most likely supercedes the rest.

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Yes, it certainly happened to me...lol (just in case you're wondering). It is amazing how much we can trace back to events and memoirs of our lives. Some of you can probably remember the day your first tooth fell off, and how you ran around your house seven times and threw it on top of the roof, so that it would wait for the kind tooth fairy to pick it up and grant your wish. Sorry to burst your bubble, but that never happened :)

Today, after this writing exercise whose prompt I picked up from a book called, "The Making of a Story," by Alice LaPlante, I thought about how much we remember of God. How much do we remember of the One who created us? They say life dishes out goodies to those who live on earth, but it really isn't true. It is God who wields the earth into orbit and plans what would happen on a daily basis. He's the One who allows certain things, good and evil, to happen because He has already seen the end from the beginning. He is the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End.

So, maybe you're going about your daily activities and muttering to yourself, "same ole day,' same ole day," or maybe you are on your way to the gym or the grocery store...again! Or you could be on your way to the movie theatre or a romantic get-away...or maybe even the beach in an ever sunny city like Florida. But my mission today is to give you a soft nudge on your side and ask you not to forget God. Don't forget how He saved you from yourself the other day, or how He has kept you up till this very second. Don't forget how He lifted you our of the miry clay and even out of the fowler's net. Don't forget...because God has not forgotten you. The truth is, He will never ever forget you...no matter how far you stray away.

"Can a virgin forget her ornaments, Or a bride her attire? Yet My people have forgotten Me days without number." Jeremiah 2:32

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