It felt so good to get away for a bit recently. I didn't go far, just out with a friend. We sat at a little table in the local Deli sharing life, lost in conversation. All of the sudden we were interrupted by this half horrific and half comical screaming noise. We stopped talking and looked around to see where it was coming from. Our eyes fell on the clock hanging on the wall. It was a unique looking cuckoo clock that had just struck three. We came to the conclusion that it had to be the clock screaming! Shortly after we paid our bill and went on our way.
A few days later I heard the same screaming noise that I had heard at the Deli...but I was at the grocery store this time. The noise was so loud and strange that other shoppers were looking around to see what it was and where it was coming from. That's when I realized much to my embarrassment, that the screaming noise was coming from my purse! Of course, I did what anyone else would do in that situation...I kept on shopping and pretended I had no idea that my purse was screaming! Later on after I had paid for my groceries and loaded them into the car, I looked at my cell phone and saw that I had missed a phone call from my mother-in-law. Then it dawned on me! A few months ago I found some funny ringtones and downloaded them. I gave certain callers unique ringtones so that I would know who was calling me simply from the sound. I had set my mother-in-law's ringtone to the voice of the "screaming goat"....and had forgotten about it! It turns out that it wasn't the clock at the Deli making that noise, it was the cell phone in my purse. I had spent a considerable amount of time listening to ringtones and picking out just the right ones. I'd spent enough time that I should have recognized the scream as my ringtone instead of thinking it was the clock. This has me considering what other things I so easily forget...
How often do I spend a considerable amount of time reading my Bible only to forget what I have read by the end of the day? Unless I spend time meditating on, or in prayer about the words that I have just read and how to apply them to my life, I will forget them. It's only natural to forget, especially when I get further along in my day and caught up in juggling life. In fact, it's happened to me quite a bit this week and maybe that is exactly why God has gone to great lengths to bring it to my attention. Not only did He use my crazy ringtone, He repeatedly brought me verses that drove home the same message from various places in the Bible.
The week began pretty normal until I started helping someone I love through some health issues. Through the course of conversations and internet research, I became worried. Worry is one of the easiest ways to forget what you have read in your Bible! As the day kept on going and so did my mind, I began to pray. During my prayer time I heard God say, "Did you forget what you read this morning already?" Unfortunately I had, so I went back and read it again. These are the words I had forgotten "A tranquil heart is life to the body, but passion is rottenness to the bones." Proverbs 14:30. At the beginning of my day God had already given me the words that I would need. Throughout the rest of the week, every time I forgot what He had told me because of fear or worry, I needed to look no further than what He had spoken to me each morning. Out of His great love and mercy, He gave me a steady supply of instruction. For the days when my mind was overwhelmed with questions, He sent words from Isaiah 30:15, "In repentance and rest you will be saved, in quietness and trust is your strength." On the days when He knew my fears would multiply He sent Psalm 94:19, " When my anxious thoughts multiply within me,Your consolations delight my soul." After a week of regular forgetfulness, I can't help but agree with the Psalmist when he says, "Your word have I treasured in my heart. I shall delight in Your statutes; I shall not forget Your word. I rejoice at Your word, as one who finds great spoil." Psalm 119: 11,16,&162.
My prayer at the beginning of this next week, is that I am not so forgetful! Discovering that the source of the screaming noise was with me all along was enlightening, as was discovering that God had already given me what I needed for each day this week...right at its beginning. I've always seen the time I spend with Him in the morning as preparation for the day...but I don't know that I have hung on to His every word, like I have this week. Perhaps more than I want to be less forgetful, I find in myself this fervent desire to forever hold on to His every word, and treasure it.