Remembering . . . and Rejoicing

Romans 5_1-5Everyone is off living life this morning, and not in need of me until later. Alone in my house for a few hours – an unheard-of happening for many, many years. Even now, with a houseful of teens, these moments are rare.

A season of sorrowing over sin has wrought unwonted weariness in my heart and mind, rendering me unable (unwilling) to hear His voice on too many days. Because He is ever faithful, He has spoken, as He always does in the midst of my unfaithful fits and starts. And despite myself I have heard. But I am a “bear of very little brain,” and in the words of that very  philosopher/theologian: “I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.” 

But He never forgets. With the two youngest off at a “Romans Retreat” today for their New Testament class, the idea of listening to the book of Romans all the way through presented itself. Technology (for the win – this time!) made it an easy feat via the ESV app  on my iphone.

Paul’s familiar words attend the stillness as I dress, fold laundry, fry an egg, brew coffee. Then, sounding above the stillness, this:

Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ:  By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.  And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also . . .

Glory in tribulation? In the midst of the mess of sin and sorrow in my heart?

. . . And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience;  And patience, experience; and experience, hope:  And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.

And finally, this:

. . . the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. ~ Romans 8:18

Ah yes. Now I remember. And this time as I remember, I rejoice. I rejoice for the gift of these rare quiet moments. I rejoice for the still, small Voice that speaks into that quiet, shouting when necessary. I rejoice most of all for the One Who never forgets, and Who never lets me go.

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