Faith uses the past to shepherd us forward.

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I keep the half-burnt candles.

Wasted burnt wicks soaked in cake from Sichuan to Metairie

The wax has waned, yet memories remain.

Full of faces, sunsets and revelry.

When I walk through the valley of the shadow

These wisdom-worn gifts proclaim.

“A table was set”, I will not forget

So I keep these treasures and smile.

-B.Oaks

Psalm 77 gives an honest look at the struggle of remembering God’s provision in hardship. It’s a beautiful intersection of life’s questions and hope.