Sticky Notes

Remember. At work, many people would probably consider me to a neurotic schizophrenic. They may not know anything about me- but one thing they know for sure- is I am the girl with all the sticky notes in my cubicle window. I have approximately 50 sticky notes strategically placed to obscure my view to the outside world.

At once glance, I can be immediately grounded because I remember what they mean. They look messy- but to me- they bring a calm and peace that no one could ever understand unless they knew the story of their origin.

This sticky note collection started a year ago when I began digging a chronological pathway through the living Word. During this time, God’s word came alive to me like never before. He was speaking to me through scripture and he started teaching me priceless lessons on his nature.

The deeper I dug- the more I learned and the more I saw his face. Eventually he started showering me with his truth found in obscure crevices of the Bible- verses I had never even heard! This became a pattern. I would put up a new verse of truth- and with each one a new layer of God’s goodness began to build right before my very eyes. Soon he even began to speak specific words to me. And as he spoke, I wrote them down and stuck them in my sticky note window.

Why you may ask? I didn’t want to forget it. I wanted to remember.

I noticed as I was reading through the story of the Israelite’s redemption, their memory was short term. They only remembered their current circumstances. The history of their exodus from Egypt was blotted out of their memory. In light of all God had done to redeem them, in light of the promises he spoke over them- they continued to complain. All they had to do was look at the days gone by, but they had forgotten!

I don’t want to forget! I want to be able to look back and remember God’s goodness every step of the way. I want to remember the pain. I want to remember the promise. I want to see the grace. I want to remember the exact words he spoke over me. I want to remember it ALL!

Every sticky note symbolizes a drop of grace a piece of God’s heart that he broke just for me. Some people may see a mess, but I see the beauty of redemption and the joy of remembrance.

In Habakkuk 2:2-3, the Lord encourages; “Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that a herald (or whoever reads it) may run with it. For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it, it will certainly come and will not delay.”

There is beauty in a mess of sticky notes! In this layer upon layer of sticky notes- most would deem unkempt or messy- God shows his love for me. Remember.