We always remember our first things.
Our first friend, our first house, our first trip, our first hug (that meant something subliminal) etc. We recollect these things in our memories from time to time, because our minds love to wonder and be nostalgic. We love to go back, when we should be looking forward. I say we because I want to make myself feel better that its not just me.
Maybe it is just me.
I ask God sometimes, "Why do I look back, think back, recount the past? When you have called me to look ahead."
Then I remember, as I was reminded this past weekend...
I must never forget my first love.
This past weekend at my church, we had scheduled 3 baptisms, one for each service. By the end of the weekend, we had 33 baptisms. That's 3 x 11, or three soccer teams. The Lord showed up in a mighty way, and I was overwhelmed. But what stuck out to me the most, was one person's testimony. And they were going on about their past life for a while and the way they were brought up and remembered God in their life, and then they stopped, and said...
"i want to come back to my first love."
What a moment, for me at least, to remember my first love. The one who was thinking of me while in agony on the cross. The one who defeated death and rose again and now is seated beside his daddy.
That's why God put that nostalgia in our hearts and minds so that we never forget who's we are. That we never forget what Christ saved us from and what has in store for our future. What He has defeated and what He has lifted us to.
God I pray that you never let me forget you, my first love.