I bring my camera with me every place I go. I know that these days of my kids being young will go quickly. I want to be able to look back on the things we did. I want to capture the looks on their faces. I want to catalog how they grow.

I want to remember. I know that memories are precious. I also know that memories are fragile.

There will come a time when I have a vague recollection of their childhood, but have difficulty remembering the details. I want pictures to help fill in the gaps. I want concrete reminders that will fill me with gratitude for how our lives have moved and changed.

But what about other things I should remember? Am I as conscious about remembering moments with God as I am about remembering moments with my kids?

God knows how easily we forget. After the people of Israel cross the Jordan River into the Promised Land, Joshua tells them

 “Go over before the ark of the LORD your God into the middle of the Jordan. Each of you is to take up a stone on his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, to serve as a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean?’ tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever.” – Joshua 4:5-7

There is power in having visual reminders of what God has done for us. Things that will remind us of God’s faithfulness in times when our faith is weak. Things that will spark conversation with others about what our faith means to us. Things that will help us pass our faith onto our children.

I have a few of these reminders around my house: a painting from our trip to Honduras, a frame with Cameron’s preemie footprints, a photo from our trip to Peru. But, many of these are from big trips or big events. I want to start asking myself a new question:

What do I want to remember about how God is working in my life right now?

I hope to do conscious things to catalog “God memories.” Maybe it will mean picking up journaling again. Maybe it will mean holding onto something from a walk that sparked a conversation with my kids. Maybe it will mean framing a Bible verse.  I’m not sure.

All I know is this: I want to remember.