  urlLink Amelia and I hit the pavement for a 2 mile walk when I get home from work most nights of the week.
This is our time to connect. We chat hand in hand about life, goals, owning a house someday, kids, faith, business, culture... the list goes on. Needless to say it's the highlight of my day. One of our most talked about subjects is faith . Not faith as in; what religion we subscribe to. We know where we stand with that one. Instead, we talk about the kind of faith that moves us through the day.
You know, things like: I felt forgotten today. Did He forget, or did I lose focus? In fact, that was our most recent conversation. I came home from work in a rare mood where I felt like God was ignoring me. O.K. I'll confess, the mood is not as rare as I'd like it to be. We have been trying to save money and do some things for some people we love. Just when we get things headed in the right direction our car starts having trouble.
I felt forgotten. Amelia greeted me at the door. I quick change clothes and we hit the pavement. She soon began to tell me about her day and what she was dealing with. It came up that she was feeling the same thing that morning. She, on the other hand, handled it much better than I. This is one of those times when I just shut-up and listen.
She began to tell me how she started listing all the things she was grateful for. Things like good friends and roof over our head. It didn't take long to realize I had lost my focus. She then recounted all the times in our past where we felt like God had forgotten, and in hindsight He was with us every stumble, trip and fall of the way. I needed those reminders. It was one of those times where God heard my moaning and sent and angel to set my focus back on Him. 
