This week, I have been forgetting things. I forgot an appointment, which is a disgraceful waste of someone’s time. I forgot to take the power lead for my computer to work, which was just inconvenient and annoying. I forgot my bread at the supermarket check-out and was both grateful and embarrassed to be run after by a friendly employee of that store with it.
The trouble is, I forget sometimes, when time is pressing, when Christmas day is just around the corner, and there are birthdays to celebrate in between and work to be done and rooms to clean and cats to feed and children’s concerts to attend (not forgetting to take the children!) … I forget sometimes to breathe, to eat, to rest. To stop.
Then I forget everything else.
Fridays have become my little retreat time. For an hour or preferably two each Friday, I spend time forgetting to do anything but rest in the presence of God – actively praying or passively listening for God’s whisper in the silence – writing or reading – knitting or folding my hands – walking or staring out of the window.
This week, I badly need to keep that appointment with God and forgetfulness. If I forget to take it, who knows what I’ll forget next!
I pray for you and for me a forgetful Friday. In a good way.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all that God has done for you … Psalm 103:2
P.S. Not forgetting: happy birthday Megan! x