An old prayer I came across. Briefly jotted in a journal.
I had forgotten about the prayer, a simple prayer for my child, from 12 years ago.
Seeing the prayer staring back at me, still there, reminded me that the Lord had no more forgotten this prayer than my journal had.
“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…” (Isaiah 49:15-16).
The Lord’s memory stands vigil over my life.
My hopes. My prayers. My children. My paths.
I am not forgotten. You are not forgotten.
Your tears, your turnings, your tossings, your dreams, your losses. The Lord knows. The Lord remembers. You are not forgotten. Your prayers are not forgotten.
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