God Never forgets Us
Can a mother . . . have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. Isaiah 49:15-16
According to some phycologists, one of our deepest fears is that we will be forgotten after we die. Psalm 103:15-16 says, “The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.”
I love to remember my dad’s sense of humor and my mom’s steadfast encouragement. But not all of their great-grandchildren ever met them, and in spite of the jokes, sayings and actions of my parents that I repeat, I know that their memory will one day pass away.
Some people speak of a sense of “cosmic loneliness” in the universe: that a person’s longing for meaning is lost in the cold vastness of space. But that would only be possible if there were no God. The Bible promises that our lives are not meaningless, that we are dear in God’s sight, that the grave is not the end.
What’s more, Jesus said, “I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me” (John 10:14). If the Savior knows our name, we are certainly loved; life is not meaningless, we are not alone.
God said through the prophet Isaiah, “I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.” Here is a prophecy of the nail prints on Jesus’ palms – scars that proclaim His eternal love. (See John 20:25-28.)
When we feel insignificant, O Lord, help us to remember Your love and to hold fast to Your promises. Thank You for remembering us always. In Jesus’ name, Amen.