I have a tattoo on the back of my arm that says REMEMBER. It’s intentional—not just the word, but the placement. It’s a covenant reminder, a Kingdom principle, a call to remember all God has done. But it’s also on the back of my arm where I can’t see it. I put it there on purpose because some of the things behind me are hard to look at. Some of them are too heavy to carry. Some still feel too impossible to believe God can fix, and yet they matter too much to throw away. This morning I found myself in Deuteronomy 8, a chapter that is essentially one long command to remember the Lord your God....