“Pilgrims with no vision of the promised land become proprietors of their own land.” 

Max Lucado

My pastor preached a sermon one Sunday about the importance of remembering.  He was in a series called “thriving in an idolatrous land”  He said that all over Israel there were pillars of stone that were commemorative of a certain thing that God did for His Children.  There was even a pile of twelve riverbed stones right in the middle of the Jordan river that was put there when God piled up the waters during flood season as He did the red sea to allow the Israelites to cross.   I wandered what I do to make these pillars, and I thought of my journal.  In every entry, whether one of rejoicing, anger, or agony, I always end the entry with “thank you Lord, for…” and say something pertaining to the entry that I have not thanked Him for in any other entry.   I started thinking about this stuff and came up with a song…

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