Looking back through my old blogs, I seem to see a lot. A lot of the same. Even in my writings to God, I seem to say the same thing. Have you seen it? Do you see the pattern? It’s eye-opening and yet rather sad. Because, I’m saying, again, the same thing, and it’s because I haven’t learned it yet.

I seem to say, “Remember, God.”

“Remember. Don’t forget. You said you’d love me forever, remember? Remember, don’t forget.”

“You said I was worth it, remember?”

“Do you remember, God? Don’t you recall when I cried and you held me? Remember when you said you would always be there?”

“Okay. I just don’t want you to forget about me. You said you were enthralled by my beauty, remember?”

“You can’t be bored because you said I was interesting. Don’t you recognize me?”

“Remember you said you would love me anyway?”

“Remember that? Even if I’m not cute anymore. Even when I’m not 3. Even when I make a mess. You said that. You said it. Do you remember?”

“Don’t forget me. Don’t leave me. You said you would never back down. You said you would always fight. Always fight for me.”

“Don’t you remember, God?”

“Don’t you remember what I was like? Don’t you remember what it was like to be with me, then?”

“Don’t forget me. I’m still here. I’m still here. Don’t forget about me.”

“Remember?”

This brings tears to my eyes. I don’t seem to get it. I don’t seem to know Him. I don’t seem to trust Him. I seem to be viewing Him through the eyes of an abandoned child. Why? Why can’t I trust? Why do I seem unable to remember that He won’t forget me? Why do I seem to forget that He always remembers me?

And, again. “God. Do you remember?”