Manna and Memorials


We remember the fish which we ate freely in Egypt, the cucumbers, the melons, the leeks, the onions, and the garlic; but now our whole being is dried up; there is nothing at all except this manna before our eyes!”
Numbers 11:5,6

and Joshua said to them: “Cross over before the ark of the Lord your God into the midst of the Jordan, and each one of you take up a stone on his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the children of Israel, 6 that this may be a sign among you when your children ask in time to come, saying, ‘What do these stones mean to you?’ 7 Then you shall answer them that the waters of the Jordan were cut off before the ark of the covenant of the Lord; when it crossed over the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. And these stones shall be for a memorial to the children of Israel forever.”
Joshua 4:5-7

In the months following my first stroke, I felt nothing but gratitude! Gratitude for being alive, and for receiving that momentous kind of miracle. Gradually, however, I became much more focused on what I had lost than what I was spared. You see, the manna for me was survival. At first, that was totally enough! But I started to question why I couldn’t also have fish, cucumbers, and onions…or my memory and cognitive abilities.

It’s because I kinda forgot.

Forgot about the days in ICU, the day that my daughter was crying for me when they took me away in the ambulance…forgot about the doctors, shaking their heads in disbelief at my survival and recovery.

That’s why I love Joshua 4. He recognizes the need for the people to REMEMBER their loooooong journey, and to remember the One who rescued them.

On May 1st, my strokey anniversary:), my family and I celebrate in some way, to remember the day I was rescued!

But truthfully, I wish I could be grateful ALL the time.

Are you anything like me? Have you forgotten how miraculously YOU’VE BEEN SAVED? Do you grumble and groan more than you remember all He’s done for you?

Maybe we should all erect, if only in our hearts, some kind of memorial.

So we can REMEMBER.


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