Ever felt forgotten? Chances are, you have and you haven’t forgotten it. Think back to being a kid. Sitting on the cement step in front of the school, counting the cracks and the minutes. Elbows propped on knees, hands hugging flushed cheeks, and hound-dog eyes sagging to the ground. Felt like an eternity didn’t it? Until you heard the rumbling sound of the station wagon engine chugging along, and then those crunching wheels finally smacked the curb.
I had a punctual parent, but it only takes one time to always remember feeling forgotten. I re-lived that scene weeks back. Only I was a big 38-year-old kid this time, and I thought God was the forgetful parent.
I’ve been sitting here waiting on a God-size promise with a girl-size problem. I don’t like to wait. It’s hard to be patient when you’re still hurting. But right here in this little writing spot, He gave me a verse in my head for another post. I slid on past it, until I heard it again. And then again.
“See, I have engraved you in the palms of my hands.” Isaiah 49:16. The God who made me knows that when I really want to remember something, I write it on my hand. Always have. But I use ink that smears, while He permanently engraves.
After the same verse came across 3 times from 3 different places, I gave an upwards nod, for a second. I asked my husband, “You think maybe God’s talking to me?” His reply, soaked with love and drenched with sarcasm, “Ya think?”
I placed the thought on a shelf and forgot all about it. Until I came face-to-face with it two days later. I darted into my women’s bible study, scanned the room for my usual chair, and then reluctantly settled into one across the room from it. A lovely lady had taken my spot.
I didn’t like it. Not a bit. I like the usual. The planned. The comfort zone. Come on, I can’t be the only one. You know what I’m saying. “Lord, don’t mess with me–or my chair. Not today.”
My fellow leader even remarked, “We’re changing it up this week, huh?” I smiled, but I had itching hands and ants in my pants. I was ready to scramble across the room as soon as a spot opened up, but prayer time came a second too soon, and it was time to humbly bow and pray.
I was on bended knee, but truth be told, I was still holding onto the humble part. I uttered a short and simple prayer, “Lord, you’re a promise keeper,” and I kept it at that. Just in case He needed some reminding.
Then straight from the mouth of a precious woman, but straight down from the throne of grace, I heard her say, “And Lord, you never go back on your promises.” I unclenched teeth and hands, and handed over my humility in that moment. Right before the floodgates of forgotten opened up, and the silent, warm tears flooded down.
We Amen’d, I stood up, and turned around to face the wall I’d had my back to all along, and then I looked up. There it was. I came eye-to-eye and hand-to-hand with Him. Again. You’d have to see it to believe it. Yet sometimes He asks us to believe it before we see it.
I had to take a camera shot, just so I wouldn’t forget. A child’s picture page, with the hands of Jesus filled up with the names of His kids. Not one forgotten. I’d been sitting in that room for months, and hadn’t seen it once. From across the room, I couldn’t see the picture, much less hear His words. Girlfriends, He saves us a seat, and He never forgets His promises.
If you’re still waiting on His hand, know that the hand you’re waiting on, has your name all over it–engraved with HIS handwriting. And that’s a promise you can keep. Now don’t you forget it.
The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9
But for you who fear my name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings. You shall go out leaping like calves from the stall. Malachi 4:2
But as for me, I watch in hope for the LORD, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me. Micah 7:7