Fast Byte, Day 8: Stones of remembrance

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Photo by Brandi Redd on Unsplash

Week Two (WHEW)

Entering week 2 feels like a great success to me. I never thought I would make it this far. Without getting fired from my job or divorced, that is. 

But here we are. Yesterday was an uplifting day, with a couple of very energizing church services at The Father's House and a three-mile walk in the cold in between. It was a day of learning and reflection. 

Rebuilding my altar

One of the main things I took away from the message at service today (and there was a LOT to take away) was the idea of rebuilding my altar. The Pastor asked, "What is your altar built on?" In other words, what premise am I coming from when I come to God in prayer? Honestly, I often come to God in pain, frustration, longing, sorrow - even though I always begin my prayer time with thanksgiving, as soon as I start talking to Him about the desires of my heart, I quickly slip down the slide of negativity, and land on my butt in a mud puddle of rejection. My own rejection, that is. My rejection of the truth that God has done tremendous and amazing things in my life, and no matter how much I long to manifest the vision I have for my life, I cannot lose heart. I must remember what He has already done; that is how I can know He is capable of doing it again, and that He loves me so much that He will. 

Pastor asked us to rebuild our altars before we do anything else. The reference is based on a story from the Old Testament where God parted the Jordan river so Joshua could lead the Israelites across it into the Promised Land. Once they crossed, God instructed that one man from each of the twelve tribes of Israel should take a stone from the river and build an altar with them. 

The purpose of the stones was so that everyone would remember God's power and goodness, and so those who were there would pass the story on to future generations.

Selective memory

As a human being I have an uncanny ability to remember every single current discomfort, yet forget my past victories, and the kindnesses I have received. Maybe your memory is selective, too. But I can't afford to forget, because that is part of the story that God is telling me about my life and my worthiness through His love and goodness. 

Another thing that this story makes me realize is that as soon as God gets us out of a situation we've been praying about, we will find ourselves in another one. Hopefully a different one, but being delivered from bondage of any kind is really just the beginning of a journey. We go from the slavery of Egypt to wandering in the desert to the battle of Jericho. Getting free is ground zero. Many more challenges will lie ahead in my journey. If not, then I'm probably doing it wrong. 

Peace,
Julie

Julie Scipioni is the co-author of the Amazon best-selling novel series for women, Iris & Lily.