It’s another way of saying: Never doubt in the darkness what you once believed in the light. When hardship settles in to stay, dark and brooding skepticism surges over us in a tide of doubt and fear. The only sure dike against a flood of feelings is memory. We must recall sunnier times when we drove deep the pilings of God’s goodness and felt our moorings of trust hold ground. Times when we lived on his blessings, knew his favor, were grateful for his gifts, and felt the flesh and blood of his everlasting arms underneath us. This is what all forty-five verses of Psalm 105 call us to do:
He brought out Israel, laden with silver and gold.
He spread out a cloud as a covering, and a fire to give light at night….
[he] satisfied them with the bread of heaven.
He opened the rock, and water gushed out….
For he remembered his holy promise
given to his servant Abraham …
Praise the Lord. (Psalm 105:14, 24, 37, 39, 40-42, 45)
Remember, remember, and remember again.
(Joni Ereckson Tada and Steve Estes, When God Weeps, p. 161-162)