(We’ve had what felt like a good, old-fashioned cold around here – twice since the holidays began. I’d like to say we’ve been hibernating in our recovery – but that just sounds to cozy and deep-sleepish, but, really, it felt like an out-of-sorts lethargy and inability to think well and a “where-did-my-brain-go” time. We are recovered, have found our brains, the cozy deep sleeps of winter, and a clear-headed appreciation of our brand of the everyday ordinary. I’ve missed you all!)

First, the mists came to our little mountain, falling all over it, spreading out – covering up. Sometimes, it’s as though during the night, they lay down, exhausted, in a slumbering heap, only to wake in the morning, gather themselves together and rise back up to continue on their journey. Sometimes, it’s as though they walk across the mountain, in a slow, intentional way, like a slow walk with God. Other times, like before the snow came, it felt as though a veil covered home, protecting in a hushed silence, as though to say, “Listen. Slow down. Rest within our boundaries and let our covering keep you safe.”

God gave the wind its weight, Job says – and measured the dimensions and capacity of water – determining the weight of a droplet, a snowflake, hailstones, from dew to mists, showers to deluges to tsunami’s. He sets limits and boundaries for the rain – and maps the course of a thunderbolt.

“He saw it and declared it. He established it and also searched it out.” ~ Job 28: 25-27

Yes – summer showers, winter storms – and the mists that waft through the big and little mountains, the little and big valleys.

No measure of rain, in any of its forms, can hide us from God. The Mists cannot hide us, neither rooftops or dark closets. There is no cave or hole in the ground deep enough to hide from our Father. We might feel unseen. . . but we are not. We might wish to be unseen. . . but we are not. Just as there is no bone we can hide from God, there is no thought we can hide from Him.

He knows when we fail, when we miss it, when we feel like falling apart – and understands the why even better than we understand. He knows we are frightened before we even realize. He even knows the reason you have told your kiddos you were frightened, the doctor you were frightened, your bestie, your spouse, your mama. . . but he knows the real reason you were frightened.

We live surprised – but God is not!

God is waiting for you. . . Waiting for you to stop hiding and to tell Him exactly how you feel so He can help you!“ He already knows. . .

O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
You understand my thought from afar.
You scrutinize my path and my lying down,
And are intimately acquainted with all my ways.”
~ Psalm 139:1-4

Remember Me Monday: #58 & Linky

“I’ll make a list of God’s gracious dealings,
    all the things God has done that need praising,
All the generous bounties of God,
    his great goodness to the family of Israel—
Compassion lavished,
.    love extravagant.”
~ Isaiah 63:7, The Message

In the Old Testament, God repeatedly, quietly and loudly, tells his children, “You have forgotten me!”  (Jeremiah 3:32, Ezekiel 22:12, to name a few). It’s a heart cry from a father to a child who has forgotten all the love, all the saving, helping, little and big blessings – and it leaves me stunned when I realize our Father, the creator of the universe, who knows things I cannot begin to fathom, who authors storylines that leave me amazed, delights in all of us so much, He cries out, “Remember Me.”

While every day is a Remember God Day, I am inviting you to join me on Monday mornings to come by and remember what God has done for you, for your family. Maybe God sent a cardinal darting out in front of you, as if to tell you, “I’m here,” or broke a child’s fever after you laid it all down at His feet in a 2 a.m. bedside vigil. Maybe He stood with you in the wait of a prayer sent out, or brought someone you loved to Christ. Maybe He healed your broken heart, gave your courage, or you gave Him your dreams as a love offering only to have Him give them back in an unimaginable way. Maybe God helped you survive to bedtime after a crazy Monday, or forgive yourself for missing it with your kiddos –– Whatever it is, let’s Remember Him. . . in a “Remember Me Monday” love letter.

“My mouth will tell of your righteousness,
Of your salvation all the day long,
Though I know not its measure.
I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, O Sovereign Lord”
~ Psalm 71:15-16.

Let us delight in Him by telling the  stories of what He’s done!  If you wrote a blog post remembering what He’s done for you, join the linky. If you didn’t but still want to praise Him for what He’s done – write it in the comment section. Then visit a comment before or after yours! One of the beautiful things about the blogging community is the relationships it builds!

Rules?  Write long or short, a list or a story, include photos or not. Just Remember Him and what He has done, and let the gratitude of your heart guide you. Let’s make Monday so Rejoice, that the goodness of God spills into the rest of the week!

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Places I’m Linking at This Week:
 Inspire Me Monday,   Instaencouragements, 
Legacy Link-Up, Recharge Wednesday
 Faith on Fire, Tell His Story, Grace&Truth
Let’s Have Coffee Wednesday Celebrate Your Story
Scripture&Snapshot, Sunday Scripture Blessings