But, he warns, we are not able to "see with our physical eyes or with reason alone the hand of God in our lives. ... That is why forgetting God has been such a persistent problem among His children since the world began. Think of the times of Moses, when God provided manna and in miraculous and visible ways led and protected His children."
I think of myself. One of my favorite passages from Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts beautifully and poignantly explains the problem:
I am not a woman who ever lives the full knowing. I am a wandering Israelite who sees the flame in the sky above, the pillar, the smoke from the mountain, the earth open up and give way, and still I forget. I am best by chronic soul amnesia. I empty of truth and need the refilling. I need come again every day—bend, clutch, and remember—for who can gather the manna but once, hoarding, and store away sustenance in the mind for all of the living?What I need is a daily effort to ask myself where I saw the hand of God in that day, a continual attempt to count the gifts. Such an endeavor is worthwhile, for "[as] we come to see the hand of God more clearly ... in time we not only remember Him, but we come to love Him and, through the power of the Atonement, become more like Him."
Eyring, Henry B. "O Remember, Remember." Ensign, November 2007.
Voskamp, Ann. One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are. Zondervan, 2010.