"The heart wants to remember. That is why we journal, and take pictures of the events of our lives. Even without the actual pictures and written words, the heart records and remembers every experience, even if at the conscious level we sometimes forget...we need altars to commemorate the special events of our lives, and we need signposts to lead those we are leaving behind. The heart not only wants to remember, it needs to remember where it has gone, in order to move forward."
My friend Lidj (Crown of Beauty) wrote this on a post at her blog and it caught my attention. I feel the same way. The heart wants to remember but the heart also wants to be remembered. We want to know our lives count for something; that we are important to others. I think that's why we blog, tweet and Facebook. We not only want to remember the moments of our lives, but we also want to be acknowledged and to know our presence has mattered to someone else.
Friends and family who love us serve as witnesses to our lives. So does God. His heart remembers. The same God who is my Savior is also the One who knows how many hairs I have on my head (and how many are white and how many are still brown!), has the sands of the sea numbered, and takes note when a tiny sparrow dies. Not only am I cherished by Him, everything I do for Him is of great importance and He takes note of those moments in my life even if no one else ever sees.
My heart wants to remember not only the moments and events of my life and those of my family and friends, but also of the ways God was present in them.
