When I was at the bus stop yesterday morning, I was chatting it up with the neighbors. Eventually all but one drifted away to start their days. We chatted for a moment more, then drifted off ourselves.
“You know,” he called as he walked away, “the truth will set you free.”
I nodded, and smiled politely. A statement that I generally accept as true, but it didn’t really have anything to do with what we’d been talking about.
Then he paused and shook his head. “I don’t know why I said that, but it’s been in my head all morning.”
• • •
Flash forward to this morning at the bus stop. I’d been filling folks in on the suckiness of yesterday, and how Mom shouldn’t have had to hear that she has stage 4 lung cancer from her daughter over the phone from 500 miles away.
We finished the conversation, and as we drifted apart, the same neighbor looked at me and said, “Maybe THAT’S why I said that the truth will set you free.”
I looked back at him. I remembered.
I got goosebumps.
• • •
As I was laying awake last night, waiting for sleep to take me, I prayed. I realized that as sucky as my day had been, not once had I paused to give it up to God. I didn’t stop to ask Him for peace, strength, or wisdom; I didn’t praise Him or thank Him once all day.
I had forgotten Him for a while yesterday. But he most definitely had NOT forgotten me.