There’s a beautiful story about a little boy who couldn’t wait for his
new baby sister to come home from the hospital.  He couldn’t wait to be near
her, to talk to her.  But his parents didn’t want him to be left alone with
her.  After all he was only four years old, so they wanted to supervise his
visits.  He kept begging to be alone with her, so one night his parents
finally relented.  The boy tiptoed into her room, stood next to his sister’s
crib and said:  “Tell me about God – I’m starting to forget.”

There are times when we as adults get so caught up in the “rat race”
and all of our responsibilities.  Perhaps we need to go to the children
around us and say, “Tell me about God — I’m starting to forget.”

There are weeks when we’ve been dealing with irate customers and heavy
traffic.  We need to fellowship with the saints and worship God together
because “I’m starting to forget.”

There are weeks when we’ve had to focus on crying babies, the paying of
bills and doctors’ appointments.  We need the reminder of the Lord’s Supper
to see God’s love and grace because “I’m starting to forget.”

There are days when we’re so caught up in deadlines at work and getting
the kids to soccer practice, days when we need to slow down a bit and spend
time with God in prayer because “I’m starting to forget.”

“Only take heed to yourself, and diligently keep yourself, lest you
forget the things your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart
all the days of your life.” (Deuteronomy 4:9)

Are you starting to forget?  Ask someone to tell you about God once
more.

Alan Smith