Remember...

I was talking with a Roommate this evening. In our conversation I shared some of my past experiences and how those experiences have reassured me of Christ's providence over my life. As I was talking I was oversome with the strangest feeling. It was suddenly as if I was tlaking about an entirely different person, as though the experiences weren't mine after all, and were, in fact, memories from the life of someone very distant from myself.

Now, At first I was slightly disturbed. I felt as if I was condoning, and making light of, some of the experiences that I had before my life was apprihended by the Holy Spirit's call. After a bit of contemplation, I realized that that was not it at all. Rather, I truly am a new creation and the old has been replaced with something new.
It reminded me of something:
"...Be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live... (deut. 4:9)"
Then, as foolish as it seems, the scene from the movie "The Lion King" comes into view. I see Mufasa's face in the clouds telling Simba, "You have forgotten me. You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me... Remember... Remember..."

The ego wishes to hide those things that seem as though they may blemish us, but the heart cries out for us to remember where we have come from, and in our rememberance of continual provision, and protection, we have the strength to move on. In knowing how far we have come, we find strength to continue on the journey.