How quickly I forget the blessings of life.

When I think back to my childhood and through the years, what comes to mind?

The hard times.

The hurts and pain.

People who wronged me.

Why is that? Why is it so easy to remember the bad times and so hard to conjure up memories of good? Are you this way too?

The Israelites, whom God had chosen and loved, battled the same thing.

“So, as the Holy Spirit says: “Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts as you did in the rebellion, during the time of testing in the desert, where your fathers tested and tried me and for forty years saw what I did.