No. 6 Remember Again

We forget.

Not once or twice, but often. Sometimes before the day has even begun. We forget who we are. Whose we are. What has already been spoken over our lives. We forget the truth that steadies us when everything else feels uncertain: that we are chosen, redeemed, dearly loved.

The world is quick to name us with things that are not ours—Unworthy. Alone. Too much. Not enough. These false names cling tightly, especially when we’re tired or grieving or trying to make sense of what’s been lost.

And slowly, without realizing it, we begin to live like we are forgotten.