#36 – On forgetfulness


Oh my, I hope you didn’t think I forgot about you or sending out these silly emails. Truthfully, I have tried to write, but I it was as if I forget how to write. Please forgive the tardiness of the email… most of this email is now 5 months old.

But let’s go backwards and quickly revisit the last year. Within a week of being home from Alaska, I moved down to Houston to begin work at UPS as a co-op. It was everything I needed; very little of what I wanted (but I wore shorts 3 days a week, so no complaints).

After spending most of Christmas Break enjoying the company of my family, I took a trip to Big Bend with Travis, Kevin, and Jordan. If you like pictures, journals, or trip maps, then I think you’ll find that we covered it all. After moving back down to College Station to begin my last year at A&M, I found myself emersed in a design course, playing softball, and sharing meals with wonderful friends. Spring Break was a 2500+ mile excursion to watch the Ramsey and Nethers weddings with a 3 day Habitat build in New Orleans in between. The next week I went back to Dallas to see Griff and Kami wed from a 3rd straight. Now, I’m just trying catch my breath before beginning an internship with Andersen Windows’ in the Logistic department in Stillwater, Minnesota (~1/2 hour from St. Paul/Minneapolis – I told you this was an old email!).

Forgetfulness seems to be inheritly human. Already handicapped by time, we can’t even seem to remember the limited details from our limited lives. Or worse, we’re consumed with ourselves and we forget the obvious like don’t invade Russia in the winter. Ask Hitler and Napoleon how it worked out. The half of the Bible tells the story of an absent-minded nation, who watched the Red Sea miraculously separate, only to have the same generation turn foreign gods.

Yet as quick as I am to point to everyone else’s follies, it’s only because I can’t remember my own. Racing towards a December graduation has me slightly concerned – not so much about what to do – I love engineering (too much, perhaps). Nor is it making a bad choice… the fear is making the uncorrectable choice – whatever that is. Sure, it is a fear born out of faithlessness, but real all the same. Maybe I should remind myself of the story of the forgetters before me. For as often as Israel lost her way, the Lord stood faithfully by her side in mercy.

Thank you, dear friends, for reminding me who I am.

— published April 2008, but back dated to reflect May 2007 when it was written