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Sometimes Remind Me

When you’re stuck in traffic and late - it’s a challenge. When there’s a mountain of laundry, dirty dishes or a screaming baby in your house - it’s a challenge. When there’s conflict between brethren and former friends have become foes - it’s a challenge. Sometimes life can be very hard and that’s when it’s a challenge to remember WHY you’re doing WHAT you’re doing! Navigating through the icebergs of stress and pressure and worry can leave a person absolutely frazzled!

Having a job that provides enough money for a warm home, a dependable car, clothes to wear, food to eat, and a splurge every once in a while is great. But that’s easy to forget when “the job” seems to suck the very life out of you.

Having companionship is great. But there may be times when friends act in such a way that you want to pull your hair out.

SO... From time to time in the middle of our busy, conflicted lives, it’s important to remember what really matters... and what really doesn’t. Will you take a moment to reflect on the words of a great song, written by Fanny J. Crosby in 1880?

Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart every word; Tell me the story most precious, sweetest that ever was heard; Tell how the angels in chorus, Sang as they welcomed His birth: “Glory to God in the highest! Peace and good tidings on earth,” Fasting alone in the desert, Tell of the days that are passed, How for our sins He was tempted, Yet was triumphant at last; Tell of the years of His labor, Tell of the sorrow He bore, He was despised and afflicted, Homeless, rejected and poor: Tell of the cross where they nailed Him, Writhing in anguish and pain; Tell of the grave where they laid Him, Tell how He liveth again. Love in that story so tender, Clearer than ever I see; Stay, let me weep while you whisper, “Love paid the ransom for me.” Tell me the story of Jesus, Write on my heart every word; Tell me the story most precious, Sweetest that ever was heard. From time to time we need to be remined of what really is important.

- Tim Orbison


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