“And one of them, realizing he had been healed, returned, glorifying God in a loud voice; and he fell at the feet of Jesus and thanked him. He was a Samaritan.” (Luke 17: 16)
This scripture is a good reminder to me of how I sometimes take the love God has for me for granted. There have been times in my life when I turn to God out of fear and ask for help. I remember going backwards up the Baltic exit ramp on Interstate 29 one icy morning and praying for God's help. I remember asking for God's help when I was taking care of my Mom at the end of her life and I didn't think I could make it another day. I remember asking for God's help as I waited for my husband to come home during a blizzard, and he was an hour late. These examples were times of great worry and fear for me, and God was there with me, seeing me through.
What about the times when there is joy in my life? Did I take the time to thank God when I married my wonderful husband? Did I take time to thank God when my three children were born healthy and safe? Did I take the time to thank God as they grew up and found success and happiness in their own lives? I hope I did, but I don't remember those prayers as clearly as the ones when I am troubled and in fear. I need to strive to be more like the Samaritan who praised God for the blessing of healing, and I must not forget Him when the crises in my life pass.