Something happened today, something I was never ever expecting. It was one of those times when something minor happens and you just can’t stop thinking about it.
I was getting my morning routine started with a simple walk to the 7-11 in search of something to eat for breakfast that wouldn’t make my stomach turn when I was interrupted by a guy walking out of a building calling out my name. I knew this man from when I was here 2 years ago, but never ever expected him to remember me, there are hundreds of teams that flow through that building every year after all…but of everyone, after 2 years, this guy called out my name. He remembered my name.
When I was a teacher at a middle school, I would have classroom after classroom full of students, all staring at me on the first day as I read down the names on my roster, the entire time wondering how I’d ever remember their names…and sadly I was never the best at that, I can remember a face for years, but names don’t stick with me unless I have some reason for it to stick with me. A memory, a victory, something has to happen for me to remember each of the names. This man remembered my name.
It wasn’t until after a sweet Thai hug that I realized just what that meant to me. By this man that I remembered for all the things he did for my and my squad 2 years ago, I was remembered.
I have a horrid fear in life of being forgotten about, and at that moment I was experiencing a friend. A friend who expected nothing from me. A friend who was so excited to see me that he left his agenda that moment to simply say hi to me. I hadn’t talked to him in nearly 2 years, and walking down the street, he noticed me, and came running to me, all in a moment where nothing else seemed to matter to him. He remembered me.
It wasn’t until I was on a bus later that day thinking about those few moments that it had really sunk in just what that meant to me. I was remembered.
It was at that moment I felt like none of my worries mattered, I felt a loving embrace of someone that really I have never done anything for, I felt the excitement someone had just to see me again. Of all the people, he remembered me.
He remembered me.
In the crowd, he called out my name.
In the sea, He looked for me.
When admittedly, I wasn’t looking for Him, He found me.
When I was walking down the street, He found me.
I’d done nothing for Him, He still remembered me.
