
I was at an event last weekend when my memory failed me. It wasn’t the first time, but I think it’s the first time it’s lasted, and I’ve pretty much given up remembering her name. She had such a kind face, and I recognized her right away, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember her name. And it scared me. She recognized me and remembered who I was as she took the initiative and started a conversation. Apparently, she was a former employee of mine. Someone I had trained and invested time and resources in and entrusted clients to, and I can’t remember her name? As we carried on the conversation, awkwardly on my part, I kept hoping her name would come to my mind, but it never did, when I could have saved face. But it didn’t, and it hasn’t yet.
Usually I will have an “aha” moment in the middle of the night or the next day but not this time. I wish I could understand why. I can remember some of the most insignificant things from decades ago. I can remember all the names of my elementary school teachers. First through 8th grade. Not that they are not significant, but believe me, that was a very long time ago! I remember which day of the week we had cinnamon rolls and chili from the school cafeteria. Wednesdays. The color of my first Troll doll’s hair; apricot. And how she smelled like new plastic. How significant is that?
This leads me to worry about my memory of important things, like my faith and all I’ve learned from the Bible about Jesus and all the things God has blessed me with and what to say when someone asks me why I believe what I believe. But, thankfully, I was reminded of a verse in the Bible, John 14:26:
But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things and bring all things to your remembrance whatsoever I have said to you.
So, as I reflected on that experience last weekend, I felt the Holy Spirit wanted me to learn an important lesson. I should have swallowed my pride and told her that her name escaped my mind and apologetically asked her for it. I should have enjoyed her reaching out and connected like any grown up should do. Here again, I got distracted by my inability to remember. I repented and hope to do better next time.
Dear friend, it is bound to happen, forgetfulness and regret. What is so telling is that John 14 is a chapter I committed to memory a few years back. I couldn’t recite it today but I did remember that the verse about remembrance was there. Maybe that is what Jesus meant. We can’t even hope to remember something we have not read and meditated on or at least made a conscious effort to notice. What Jesus has said to us in His word is certainly worth paying close attention to so He can bring it to our minds when we need it.
There’s a popular gospel song getting a lot of play this year, called “Still Waters” which can attest to this. It is by Leanna Crawford, and I hope you give it a listen.
Let’s all follow “Aunt Maurine’s” advice. I know if we do our part, the Holy Spirit will do His.















