“Mama”, asked Tia, “Do you remember the day I was born?”
DO I remember? I remember. How could I possibly forget and why would I ever want to? I remember the first time I saw her, face to face. Her feet, her hair, her scent. My baby.
I replied “Tia, I remember and it was the most amazing day.” She smiled and left me to my own thoughts.
It was as though the Lord spoke to me straight away, as the following verses popped into my head:
“The people of Zion said, “The LORD has turned away and forgotten us.”
The LORD answered, “Could a mother forget a child who nurses at her breast? Could she fail to love an infant who came from her own body?
Even if a mother could forget, I will never forget you. A picture of your city is drawn on my hand.
You are always in my thoughts!”
Isaiah 49:15
It made me think of the many times over the years I’d felt forgotten, ignored by God. He wasn’t interested in my needs; he wasn’t listening to my prayers. He had too many important things to be dealing with to notice me. I just needed to thank him for my salvation and quit complaining and stop feeling so sorry for myself. And as He presented me with these words, I realized how wrong I’ve been about Him, how conditional my understanding of his love has been. I thought about my kids – the good days, the bad days, the mundane days, and how much I love them on any given day. It gave me a fresh glimpse of his perfect love. I understood the freedom and acceptance that produces peace and security alongside the discipline that comes with being a good parent. I saw the times he let me fail and learn, the times he cheered on my growth, the times he stored my tears (Ps. 56:8). All love.
I wonder where you’re at today.
Perhaps there are prayers that linger unanswered; hurt that leaves you confused, and disappointment that invites cynicism. Maybe you’re just busy and weary, or maybe life is great right now. Wherever you are at, He remembers you.
You are always in his thoughts.
