When I have time, I could spend few times maneuvering my cursor over my place of birth with the help of Google Earth. Our house was no more but I enjoyed viewing the place. I lived some 1500 miles away.
We dwelled in that big house at the time of my birth. And I spent my early childhood days in that place. The place still flourishes inside me. The big front lawn where we’d played soccer with friends, the tree shades where we sleep when tired.
There was peace and tranquility in the house. Those particular rooms where I cried and hide, which gave me shelter. I could recall so many good times happening in the house.
The surrounding unique configuration of the land, which I still remember very well. When in the morning, we would sit in the corner of the garden looking around the beautiful contour or landscape created by God.
‘Do you think God really work in minute details to create those beautiful hills?’ whispered a friend to another. We could get stuck there in the middle, pouring out our thoughts, one after the other.
‘Who can actually design it, except God?’ came in another argument. ‘Ooh! So it must be really Him’, we agreed. Those good times are remembered fondly.
We would sing, dance, and pray in the premises of our house, praising the Lord. I could recall dining, in our house, with many of our Pastors and Spiritual Leaders from time to time. Those were the days that would not come again. Even if that happens, we were no complete family anymore.
In that place, we have seen enormous amount of good deeds of God. We have been protected, well fed, loved, and cared. Through thick and thin we remained secured. Thus the fond memory of recalling brings joy.
So this verse in the Psalms came in my mind. It reminded us to remember the deeds of the Lord: I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago. (Psalms 77:11)
We might not be experiencing the deeds and miracles of the Lord, like the Israelites. But looking back at your own life and past circumstances, I hope, you’d find at least something to thank God for.
Good times don’t easily come by, like a natural phenomenon. There is someone behind those times. What we called ‘natural’ is the handiwork of the Creator Himself.
Our house was no more. There was an ethnic conflict in the region few decades ago so we didn’t reside there anymore. The house was demolished. The nearby fields were submerged in water due to a dam constructed in the region.
But, I would say, it reminded me of the goodness of God. In order that we as children might have good times, God has been working entailing peace in the region. Our emotional needs were met through our parents and family members.
It is my hope that we all have special memories, which prompted us to thank God. If you don’t have it as yet, I hope it is bound to happen soon.
Personally, it was a great pleasure for me to be able to write this article as God really did work on me. I have the privilege of experiencing God’s good deeds in my life. Hard times are superseded by some good times.
Good times might not prevail all the time but it is good to remember the good deeds of God, as some of us dearly recall our childhood days. There is hope by trusting in Him.
His miracles of long ago are the assurance that He would lead us through in both the wonderful and disappointing times of life.
What a great joy it would be to dwell in the House of God!