This morning I came down with a case of spiritual amnesia. Spiritual amnesia is that illness where you forget the things that have connected you with God. (Don’t try to claim it on an insurance form, because I just made it up.)
I raced into the office this morning, running late. There was the stop at school to bring the forgotten gym shoes, then the bank, then the dry cleaners. I had lots on my plate, so there would not be time for my usual practice of beginning my day with journaling, scripture, and prayer. This is spiritual amnesia.
I forgot that gratitude matters. I forgot that, even on a busy day, prayer helps. I forgot that especially on a busy day, prayer helps. I forgot that writing in a current journal or reflecting on an old one often brings helpful perspective for the day. I forgot that bringing my life to God is what sustains me over the long haul. I had spiritual amnesia.
The great thing about spiritual amnesia is that God never forgets. So when I did sit down to pray, the gifts of that spiritual practice were there once again.