Promises Forgotten

I‘m a habitual forgetter.

The list I painstakingly wrote the night before grocery store run gets left on the counter and leaves me doing a giant face palm in the parking lot.   There is no way I can remember what’s on the list but I wander through the aisles hoping the visual will jog my memory.  This generally leads to another giant face palm once I get the groceries home to find I’ve missed some key ingredient or staple.

My overdue library fines over the past years have been enough to fill a shelf two times over with new books. I mean how hard can it be to return a library book — by the due date?  And yet, there they sit on the chair laughing at me because they know I’ve hit the fine limit and the next trip to the library is going to cost $20 if I want to borrow another book.

How many times have I washed a load of laundry only to have to wash it again, and yes, sometimes again because I’ve forgotten about in the washing machine.  Let me tell you the smell of that is not pretty.

Yep.  I forget.  All. The. Things.

All. Of. The. Time.

This forgetting doesn’t stop at grocery lists, laundry or library books.  I also tend to forget God’s promises.

Abraham was in the business of forgetting as well.  From the first time God promised Abraham that his descendants will inherit the land of Canaan until his first born, Isaac, lays strapped as a sacrifice, he has to be reminded of God’s promises several times.

He forgets.  Tells the king of Egypt Sarai is actually his sister.

He forgets.  Claims one of his servants will be the heir.

He forgets.  Takes Hagar to his bed.

He forgets.  Attempts to name Ishmael as heir

He forgets.  Passes Sarah off as his sister once again.

Are you sensing a pattern here?  It got me thinking — how often does God need to repeat His promises to me?

I am a doubter by nature and I let that doubt take me down paths that lead straight to heartache. Forgetful is my go-to posture because I don’t like waiting.  I don’t like waiting to see how God is going to work this out and I’ve got a better idea so I forge ahead in my own strength.  My own ideas become my guide and God’s promises are forgotten behind me.

Each time Abraham forgot, God forgave.  Each time God had to restate His promises, redemption was evident.  A new sacrifice, a new opportunity to worship and even a new name, the past became the reminder and the new name became the covenant for the future.

God’s promises for  my life also come with a new name.  Every single day, I am called by my new name, regardless of my forgetfulness.

Chosen One.

Beloved.

These names were bought with a price, a covenant for my future — the blood of the cross.


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