A few years ago, Patty sent me downstairs on a mission.

I was sent down for a simple task: get the thermometer for Patty so she could check a child’s rising temperature.  Being a helpful husband and dad, I bounced down the stairs intending to pull my weight around the parental responsibilities but by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs, I’d forgotten what I was sent down for.

Being a man, I refused to ask what I had forgotten to get.  I just wandered around downstairs while the patience of my sweet wife was getting short.  Finally, she called down, “are you bringing up the thermometer?”  Success!  I was sent down for the thermometer.  Now…I just had to find it.

Memory is a very slippery thing.  But here we are at a time when we are expected to remember and if we’re honest, we’re not good at remembering our blessings.  As humans we tend to remember the negative and forget the positive.  It’s not a crime; it’s our nature.

Being thankful starts with remembering.  We don’t say “thanks” because we’re always happy.  We say “thanks” because we remember.  We remember Who He is.  We remember Whose we are.  We remember what we as Christians have been given.  We remember Him because we need to remember.

Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song.
Psalm 95:1-2

As you enter Thanksgiving, are you ready to shout to the “Rock of your salvation”?  He is your foundation for life.  He is the one who provides for you.  He is the one who sustains you.  Do you come before Him with thanksgiving and songs or do you forget what He’s done for you?

Here’s a simple thing you can do right now to help you remember in order for you to approach the Lord with thanksgiving: make a list (written is best, but even in your head is better than nothing!) of the “little things” you’re grateful for.  These are the things the Lord has put in your life of which you’re often unaware.

We must remember Who He is.  He is our Rock—our foundation, our source of strength, life, hope, and deliverance.

Patty and I pray you have a Thanksgiving full of remembering.