Come, Lord my God; my soul earnestly invites You and eagerly waits for You. Come, Jesus, my beloved, and plant new flowers in my heart—flowers I see blossoming perfectly in Your character. Come, Father, the Gardener, and care for me with Your tenderness and wisdom. Come, Holy Spirit, and water my entire

being as the evening dew refreshes the earth. Oh, how I long to hear God speak! Speak, Lord, for Your servant is listening. Oh, that You would walk with me—I’m ready to give You my whole heart and mind. I’m only asking for what You delight to give.

Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, is also the mother of the Muses. It’s through remembering the Lord’s great goodness that we learn to sing His praises. So remember the Lord’s loving-kindness and don’t forget all His benefits. Doesn’t every act of divine

love come with a “forget-me-not” that says, “Remember Me”?