My grandmother passed away in 2010 after suffering from Alzheimer's for many years. Many aspects of her memory had declined over those years, but there were still memories that remained. Decades earlier, she had made a project of writing memoirs of her mother's life. She would talk to her mom on the phone every Friday. Then, in her own handwriting, she wrote out the story of her mom's life — how she lost her parents at a very young age, was adopted by a family in Germany, and then moved back to the States and married a man named Benjamin Graffin.
My aunt Carol would read those memoirs to my grandmother in her final years and months of life, and there would be a connection. Many memories had faded and disappeared, but when those things were read to her, there was an obvious spark.
The way the human memory works (and doesn't work) is a mysterious thing.
Don't You Remember?
When it comes to remembering God’s faithfulness, we can be especially forgetful. One striking example of this is found in the book of Exodus, chapters 14 and 16. In the span of just a couple of chapters, we see the Israelites delivered from slavery and brought through the Red Sea, and then they are grumbling about not having food to eat.