A happy place
Psalm 105: 37-45 (NRSV)
37 He brought out Israel, laden with silver and gold,
and from among their tribes no one faltered.
38 Egypt was glad when they left,
because dread of Israel had fallen on them.
39 He spread out a cloud as a covering,
and a fire to give light at night.
40 They asked, and he brought them quail;
he fed them well with the bread of heaven.
41 He opened the rock, and water gushed out;
it flowed like a river in the desert.
42 For he remembered his holy promise
given to his servant Abraham.
43 He brought out his people with rejoicing,
his chosen ones with shouts of joy;
44 he gave them the lands of the nations,
and they fell heir to what others had toiled for –
45 that they might keep his precepts
and observe his laws.
Praise the Lord.
When you walk into my study, I have a sign on the wall that says, ‘This is my happy place.’ I put it there because in that small room each night at 10:30pm I take my cup of tea and my diary and I write about my day. Sometimes I have lots to write, sometimes not, but either way It gives me a therapeutic opportunity to let it all out. And keeping those memories is important.
Memories are a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are and the things you never want to lose. You see, looking back, thinking about the Good times, is not only a refreshing balm to the soul, but a necessary way of worshipping and spending time with God.
Just like the psalmist, reminiscing about what God has done for you helps you to come back to the purpose of why you love God in the first place and why he loves you. The hills and valleys of life can be distracting and taking some time to remember our blessings will keep our fire burning, and our cup overflowing for Christ. Just like it was for Mary right at the beginning, pondering these things in our heart, is a holy exercise.
As Jesus sat with his disciples, with bread and wine before him, he told them to remember him each time they would have such a meal. At the time, perhaps they didn’t fully appreciate what he meant, but for Christians down the centuries, there is no greater thing to remember than the goodness of the Lord, given up in his broken body, and his spilt blood, for the ones that He loves. That’s a story we must never forget to tell.
God of all goodness
Today I remember the good things I have
Today I remember my laughter
Today I remember the times I celebrated
Today’s I remember when things went well
Lord let today be about me remembering all of my blessings, big or small
that come from your boundless stores of grace
Today, I will ponder your Goodness to me in my heart and I will let it flow out