June 18. L.A. airport. Saying goodbye. My birthday gift.
“It wasn´t supposed to make you cry,” Joshua says.
“It can be good to cry, Josh,” I reply, “these are not sad tears.”
I hold the notebook in my hands, turning the pages with incredulity. They remind me…of how God works, of His endless depth, of His heart-stirring call to a simple girl.
The notebook filled with reminders is an amazing gift. Likewise, the boy who gave me the notebook is also an amazing reminder from God—a reminder who brings joy to my existence and talks to me.
God knows I am forgetful and weak. I need reminders. Without them I will waste hours and days and years pursuing goals that get me no closer to lasting happiness.
Where might I be without reminders? Without a mother who prays for me, without friends who show me grace, without my Bible waiting at my bedside? Where might I be without kindred spirits who send me messages saying that they are praying that I will draw closer to Jesus´ heart this year than ever before?
In life the stakes are high, but I forget. The Love is deep, but I turn from it. The God of my soul surrounds me, but I am blinded.
He sends me reminders in many shapes and sizes. Some of them I recognize and they make me cry at His goodness.
I close the notebook…fully re-minded.
“…but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind…”