Navy Beans

Today I started thinking about navy beans.  I don't know why.  Sometimes, usually after we had a ham, my mother used to make navy beans or navy beans with ham.   I really didn't care for navy beans.  Perhaps they grow on a person.  Mom would soak the navy beans for a long time.  After a certain amount of time, she would boil them.   As I mentioned before, my family likes to tell stories.  Then it would be time for the stories of the depression.  Dad would comment that they used to eat navy beans every day.  He'd tell of how there was a time when he didn't care if he never saw another navy bean.   I don't remember him ever complaining when my mother made them.
My children will likely remember a time when they ate far too much rice-a-roni, pasta-roni, hunts pudding cups and cracker jacks.  Rice-a-roni may be the San Francisco treat, but in Tucson, it grew tiresome.  We had a time when money was tight.  Partner that with their mother's couponing and we had more pudding cups (as well as the other items) than we wanted.   One halloween we gave out pudding cups.  Yet I digress.
Our Heavenly Father asked His people to do things in rememberance.  When the Israelites were going to leave Egypt, He had them sacrifice a lamb.  They had specific instructions for the Passover meal.  They were instructed to do this every year.  There is a significance in remembering.  Jesus, when He observed the rememberance of the Passover meal told His disciples to do this "In rememberance of Me."  This is why Christians take communion. 
There are other times when Father God had His people do things in rememberance.  When the Israelites crossed the Jordan river, each tribe was to take a stone from the river.  These stones were piled on the other side of the Jordan. 
In Genesis, we see that Lot's wife was turned into a pillar of salt after she looked back.  She had been warned to "not look back".   Jesus in Luke 17:32 said, "Remember Lot's wife."
Remember what God has done for you.  Be sure to tell your children.  To bring it full circle, I remember my father quoting the verse from Psalm 37:25, "I have been young and now I am old.  I have not seen the righteous forsaken, or his descendants begging bread."  My father may not have always had "what" he wanted to eat, but he has always had food.   I can make the same statement.  We may have eaten rice-a-roni and Hunts pudding cups, whereas dad's family made due with navy beans.  We never went hungry.
I am thankful to my Heavenly Father and to my father.