undivided devotion

It might be good to give some history before I dive in. Context can always help us understand and know others more fully, and our stories are part of that context. Briefly: - Canadian baby, born as the youngest of four to my Egyptian father and Canadian mother. - A move to the big, bad USA as a young child changed the course of that cultural trajectory. - Private, Christian education from pre-k to graduation, created a world of safety, care, and slightly sheltered for my young personhood. Protected me from much of the gross world, for which I am grateful. Still processing through the fearfulness and judgment I can have toward "others" as a result. Mostly great memories, including finishing up my high school years as the only female in a class of eight students. FUN. - A brief stint at community college, then finished my bachelors degree at Bible school, with a degree in counseling. These years were hugely transformational, taking me out of my "big fish in a tin...

How quickly we forget.  As I've studied scripture over the last year, I see a common theme of humanity: we forget SO easily what God has done for us. And this common theme of God speaking to his people: Remember. Remember rightly. You all know that person, the one who loves to tell stories, gets so animated and excited, but over time the same story starts to change, not intentionally, but just as human nature. The story hasn't been remembered properly. My sister-in-law's husband does this to a fault. He's a GREAT story-teller, but his memory for what actually happened, cannot always be trusted. It makes for some hilarious exaggerated stories. Because: we FORGET. And as the Israelites did throughout all of their history, this forgetfulness leads us to despair, to doubt, to disbelief that God is there for us. So. Here, over 4 years since my last blog post, I decided it's time to share some of my story. To remember, as rightly as I can, the goodness of the Lor...