String Around My Finger

I wonder if males have any idea the struggles many females have when they leave the house. Thank goodness I'm the first in our family to leave for work, or else I would spend another five minutes turning around half-way down the street to come back to make sure the garage door is down. Even then, I would have to look in the rearview mirror to make sure I wasn't kidding myself. In more high maintenance days I had similar issues with the iron and the electric curlers. At work I go around with a finger in the air to remind myself that I'm thinking of something. If I waited until I could find some string I would probably forget what was so important. Sometimes there's more than one finger in the air keeping track of questions on the good chance I become distracted. I could take some comfort in the fact that I'm not alone, but I don't know if I want to align myself with the forgetful people of faith. In the Old Testament the prophets were forced to grow hoarse, repeating themselves like a broken record "Remember the covenant! Remember the laws! Remember the Passover! Remember! Remember! Remember!"

My prayer for the congregation?

Dear God, If we consent to remain in your company then we won't run the risk of forgetting to whom we belong, what laws to respect, where to seek righteousness, and why we love. We should not have to keep looking backwards, like a child seeking attention who needs to make sure their parent is still watching. We should not doubt what we know to be true. We should not squander our time duplicating useless actions and repeating mistakes. Gracious God, we know that you are present in our lives and that you provide. We know that you made a covenant with your people and all living creatures of every kind. Hold our heads and our hearts high, like the finger with a string, recalling a God that loves us without measure. Help us to grow to be a confident, responsible, and remembering body of faith. Amen