[The elect may say], “The LORD has forsaken me, the Lord has forgotten me.” “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and 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 49:14–16, NIV 1984).
My Musings – The imagery is striking. Can you imagine a mother forgetting her child? While we have seen notable exceptions in the news, symptoms of a fallen world, by-in-large it is hard to imagine. It makes the news because it is so unimaginable. The bond between and mother and child is so strong. But in the ideal world, it is more likely for a mother to forget her child than it is for God to forget His own. And our names are literally engraved on the palms of His hands, in the person of God the Son. Sure, they make look like nail prints, but those marks bear our names.
My Advice – We forget (neglect may be a better word) to make Him a part of so much of our lives. Let’s not forget Him, or neglect Him. He will never forget us, or forsake (neglect) us.
How Deep The Father’s Love for Us
How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss –
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life –
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart –
His wounds have paid my ransom.
— Stuart Townsend