MAN FORGETS, BUT GOD REMEMBERS!

I'd been careful to move around the ice packs keeping the swelling down...but this one slipped like a live fish between my hands and plopped onto my face. I was about to pick it up and put it back into the towel...hey, I realized; that felt GOOD.

Wait a minute. I'd been so concerned with taking care of my knee injury, I completely forgot I FIRST HIT THE PAVEMENT ON THE BRIDGE OF MY NOSE, and that's where I bled from! The hemorrhaging had, of course, stopped quite a while ago. And little by little, the blood clots attesting to the collision had gotten smaller, disappeared, and gradually, been forgotten.

But I felt my left cheeks and brow, the side of my nose...ow. It was still a little tender. And a little hot. I looked in the mirror, it wasn't just age that caused those black lines. I'd forgotten, but God had remembered the damaged tissue there that I ignored.

Like Dan and Naphtali. The boys' fathers had died, and since Jewish geneology was patriarchal, their lines disappeared, and they were pretty much forgotten. Their widowed mothers married in the nation of Tyre, and hundreds of years later, God remembered these families: He chose Naphtali's (I Ki. 7:14) and Dan's descendents (2 Chron. 2:14) to help with the building of Solomon's Temple.

It must've been thrilling find themselves asked to participate in such a great undertaking for the people of God...and they thought they had been forgotten!

Hey, how'd that happen? I was going to tell you about my brow-cheek-need for cooling, not do any kind of Bible Study about Hiram king of Tyre or Huram the head bronze smith!