Several years ago I wrote a paper called “Put Me In Remembrance,” which was I was inspired to do at the bidding of Isaiah 43:26 where God said, “Put me in remembrance…..”

God keeps record of my acts for him, but I cannot find that He keeps any record of what he does for me. Am I going to allow his wonderful acts to me to be unrecorded? I wish I had kept record. But this will be my attempt to “put him in remembrance” and let him know how very, very much he means to me. The paper is addressed to God.

Dear God: I do not like moving. I don’t like change. But you have proved that you are trustworthy when move must come.

One such incident regards a move I had to make. I so much dreaded to do so. That was when you moved me from NW Church on 50th Street. I enjoyed going there so much. I was deeply involved in the church; CE Director and Church Treasurer. I spent a lot of time there throughout the week. Wandering down the hall, checking bulletin boards, just my kind of thing to do. One day I was doing that very thing – walking down the hall sticking my head in classroom doors when all of a sudden I knew it was over. How? I don’t know. It just seemed to be all in the past. Like awaking from a dream and knowing it was over.

I told the Pastor. He asked me where I was going. I told him I didn’t know. I just knew that part of my life was over. That was in October. I wrestled with that decision for a while. Doing my regular thing but knowing it had to end. A song kept returning to me giving me strength.

I will go on, my past I leave behind me. I’ll gladly take His mercy and His love.

He is joy and he is peace, He is strength and sweet release.

I know He is and I am His, I will go on.

(Bill/Gloria Gather)

I still debated the timing. I dreaded telling my adult Sunday School class. I loved those people and they loved me. But I was sure it was coming soon. One day I was listening to Joyce Myer on the radio. She said, “One reason God can’t give you any more than you have is because you won’t turn loose of what you have.” You were still confirming your will to me. As I sat completing the church books for that year, (must have been in January), I knew the time had come. I finished balancing the books for 1992 and said goodbye to what I loved.

The next couple of months were pretty awful. I hated not belonging. I went here and there, hinting to pastors that I needed a place to belong. I couldn’t believe that there was such little interest in having me belong to them! One lady suggested I come to their church. But no pastor invited me, even after a small blurb was put in the local denomination news letter saying I was available for substitute teaching. I felt lost. Pastor Frank invited me to come to his church. That made sense because it was close to my home. But it was out of my consideration. I had some bias against that church because some of the people from my former church had left us to start his new church. That was years ago, but still I held the grudge. Lord, how undeserving I was that you made that my new church home. It was so fulfilling to be there – to belong there. I don’t remember how you dealt with my “grudge” but thanks or getting me over it. I loved those people and they loved me. I’ve said that before haven’t I? You always do all things well. I thank you.