Does he forget?

Today I was reading a devotional by Oswald Chambers that talked about how God is our Father and that there in never anything that we are going to remember that He has forgotten.  So why bother worrying?  We like to worry.  Seems like that must just be a part of the human condition.

Oswald has a really good point, and I have a really bad memory, so why in the world would I think that I need to worry about something?  God knows it all.  He was there in the beginning, He has been present every moment of my life, and He know EXACTLY what I am going through right now.  The problem is that knowledge doesn't seem to make the difficulties of the day go away.  Isn't that what we really want, something that make the pain go away?

I always seem to get stuck with the question of how then are we to live?  So God has it all figured out, nothing is getting past Him, so what do I do with that in my daily life?  How does that help me get through my day that I struggle with?  I wish like anything that I had an answer to those questions. 

But I don't.  I am left with the knowledge that my Father loves me and gives me what He knows I need.  All I need to do is to continue to rest in His capable arms.

Leadings

I have been a Christian for most of my life, and while I have never been known for my memory, it seems like I can remember a lot of different ways that us Christians like to talk about how God leads us.  Are supposed to sit still and wait for God to tell us what to do, or are we supposed to be looking for open and closed "doors", or do we walk the path that lies ahead trusting that we are holding Gods hand, or are we a big ship that can't be turned if it isn't moving, or does is not really matter as long as we are growing closer to God and building that relationship?

The point of this post is to say - "I don't know".  In my life, I have seen God lead in many ways, and I am pretty sure there have been times that I haven't seen him lead.

For the past two years I have felt that my current situation is being squished.  I feel like on every side the walls are getting closer.  It's like Luke, Han, Lea and Chewbacca in the trash compactor.  I desperately call out for help.  I don't hear anything.  Unlike our desperate galactic travelers, I know who is pushing the walls in.  So am I suppose to try to stop the walls?  or am I supposed to try to escape?  If God is squishing me, am I supposed to try to stop Him?

At this point, I guess I just have a lot of questions.