Who doesn’t love to reminisce, thinking about the “good ol’ days”? I know our kids enjoy hearing about our childhood. Just the other night, they were begging Grandpa to tell more stories (garbage truck, his kids, him as a kid). It reminds me that although we have our own stories, we’re not that different from each other.
We all have times when we were foolish, put ourselves in harm’s way, and had been protected and “survived”. We may even have the scars to prove it.
Have you heard the expression “hindsight is 20/20”? We think we can see the past perfectly, almost. In the moment, it can seem all is lost. But later on, we can see that the Lord had His hand in it.
Recently there have been many difficult situations that can cause us to worry and not trust. Cause us to yearn for simpler times, better times, earlier times. I was reminded of this as I heard a song the other day. Here’s the chorus to a song by Chris Rice, “8th Grade“:
Why does the past always seem safer?
Maybe because at least we know we made it
And why do we worry about the future?
When every day will come just the way the Lord ordained it
God was in it. God is in it. David remembered that too.
“I am losing all hope; I am paralyzed with fear. I remember the days of old. I ponder all your great works and think about what you have done. I lift my hands to you in prayer. I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain.” Psalm 143:4–6 NLT
Reach to God. Rest in Him. Then at a later time, you’ll be able to once again “remember when” and recount how God was in it, again.