Listen

I love the Lord because he hears my requests for mercy. I’ll call out to him as long as I live, because he listens closely to me. Death’s ropes bound me; the distress of the grave found me— I came face-to-face with trouble and grief. So I called on the Lord’s name: “Lord, please save me!”

Psalm 116:1-4

Think

“Hey, remember when…?”

Everyone has those stories. The ones they’ve told so many times they’re practically rehearsed – the details clear, the timing perfect, the inflection impeccable. If it’s worth remembering, it’s worth telling. So you find yourself, again and again, laughing with friends and recalling the story for the seventeenth time and laughing as you remember what you loved so much about that moment.

The same is true for the stories we tell about God.

What is a time you remember experiencing God’s mercy? Remember the little details – where were you? Were you warm? Cold? How strong was your heartbeat? How clenched was your jaw?

What about afterwards?

It’s easier to proclaim our love of God when we retell the stories of why we do. May those stories carry you through the quiet days until you hear from God again.

Allie Scott

Pray

God, I am so grateful for your presence in my life and the wisdom that comes from past experiences. Help me remember those moments so that they bring hope in my future. Amen.

Go

I’m here, God. Send Me.

from Isaiah 6:8