Forgetting to Remember

I've been blessed to meet a multitude of truly inspiring people in my life. One such person was a Swiss girl named Rachel. You wouldn't know it, but she was only 16 when I met her. It didn't make sense to me because she had the wisdom of a 40 year-old. There's one particular thing I'll always remember about her. She kept a large jar that was full of collected rocks- sometimes it would overflow and she'd have to dump them out and start over. Each rock represented a prayer God had answered. Every time the Lord answered her prayer request, no matter how big or small, she placed a rock inside the jar. How cool is that! God told Israel to remember all the wonderful things He did for them and to tell them to their children. And it made me realize how I ask God for something, He comes to my rescue, I thank him and worship him for it, and then I move on. I just forget about it. But that is completely missing it! He answers our prayers so that we will give him glory and worship him in grateful response. I need to remember all the things the Lord has done for me. Because there is so much! How foolish of me to forget. I'm not sure if I have the discipline to walk outside and grab a stone every time God says 'yes' (because He says 'yes' a lot), but maybe it will turn into a list I keep in my journal, or something else more creative- who knows. But I've got to remember! It is essential for my the up-keeping of my faith and attitude of gratitude. And most of all, it will enable me to fight off doubt like a mighty warrior.