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Can you remember the last time you reflected on a memory you hold precious and dear. Maybe all the sights, sounds and smells of an incredible cruise to distant sun kissed shores. Memories of azure waters, lapping waves, succulent fruits, colorful birds of paradise, that sea breezy smell... come flooding back to you transporting you to a happy place. You may also recollect some not so fond memories where you get chills or shudder as memory traces embedded in your grey matter recreates an unpleasant encounter.
Isn't it remarkable how our memory works. We conjure up memories by activating neurons in our brains that fire at will, making millions of connections in the blink of an eye to bring to mind encoded information. It's such a marvelous and seamlessly automated process that we never really stop to think about it, unless we experience technical difficulty with retrieval and recall. Like that time I had an epic hiccup in my synapse connectivity protocol at the grocery store. Picture this. It's rush hour on Saturday at one of those confounded self check out counters at Walmart. I am feverishly trying to checkout the babyshower gift (last minute idea) for one of the ladies in my Turkish cooking class and it's minutes before they are set to arrive at my house. Well I am beckoning and glaring at the nonchalant charlatan of a Walmart personnel who is ignoring me, while I am trying to ignore the sparks of hellfire emanating from the other desperate shoppers in my line, when my cell phone rings. It's one of the ladies trying to get directions to my house because her GPS led her astray. I begin to give her the directions while still trying to summon the sloth of a checkout monitor, jabbing at the keys on the blinking machine to get the code for the tomatoes for the stuffed eggplant recipe and bam I can't retrieve and recall the street names that lead to my house.
Epic Memory fail. it was an earth shaking experience to say the least, I couldnt tell if I was having a senior moment or a TZPe moment but luckily I was able to retrieve and recall my husband's phone number which I gave to the lady so she could get clear directions from him because clearly my memory was not in an enlightened state at that moment. No synapses firing here. Anyway I disentangled myself from the death grip of that self checkout machine, fired the walmart guy a look of disdain (wasn't feeling very Christian at the moment) and left.
Needless to say thankfully my brain took me home on auto pilot safe and sound without me having to even give a second thought to how I got there. That's the marvelous machine that is our Brain. How much more marvelous is our Marvelous Maker who IS the Brain behind all things and whose memory never fails when it comes to his beloved children. Oh Lord let me never forget all the way you have led me and when all else fails, remind me who I am to you.
Love and Blessings
God is in Control.