care

But Zion said, “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 records for us an amazing promise: God will not forget us. The Amplified says that He has “tattooed a picture” on His hand, and other translations say that He has “written your name.”

My dad used to write notes to himself on his hands; this isn’t like that. Those notes, even if they were written with a Sharpie, wash off. It’s a temporary thing. I like the word engraved that the NIV uses, and also that the translators used you rather than name. God isn’t saying, “I’ve made a mental note about your need; I’ll get back to you.” No, He’s telling us that we are ever before Him and on His mind. People get tattoos on many parts of the body; if I tattooed Teddie’s name on my bicep, I could kind of see it, but not that easily–I would have to make an effort to turn my head and raise my arm. But not so with my hands: our hands are always in front of us, easy to see, inescapable.

And notice, too, that here God speaks for Himself. Sometimes the prophets tell us, “The Lord said that…” But here, God speaks directly: “I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.” He wants us to hear His voice saying, “You are important to me.”

Father, thank You for this promise, this affirmation of Your enduring, unfailing love. Help me to hear Your voice and not the voice of the enemy that would say You have forgotten me. This is not so. I am engraved on the palm of Your hand, and I can rest in the assurance of Your love and care.

I got up this morning ready to write more about Graham Cooke only to discover that my laptop wouldn’t boot. You likely know what that meant: a day spent reinstalling software, trying to figure out what I hadn’t backed up and therefore lost, getting everything back in order. I’m still not there yet, but I’m close. At any rate, in the midst of all this turmoil, this passage from Cooke seems appropriate:

When the soul comes under the rule of the spirit, life and peace are the result. Suddenly, we do not have to know everything–we just become wise about where to stand at any given moment. We do not know how everything will pan out, but we learn to be happy with the process of getting there. We become fixated on holding God’s hand and do not worry about the trouble around us.

While I can’t say I had this attitude all day, I had it at least part of the time. I didn’t get in a tizzy this morning because I knew God would work it out, and at 6 (I had been up for an hour and half at at point trying to solve the problem), the Spirit prompted me to drive to campus to get my Mac mini and bring it home. I figured I would use it to work if I had to take my laptop in for repairs. As it turned out, having the mini was a huge blessing but not as I expected: I was able to copy all my applications and other files over, saving me from a very frustrating hunt for installation CDs, serial numbers, and so forth. When I realize that I could connect my laptop to the mini and copy, I was excited: not only because it was a great solution, but more importantly, because I realized that the Holy Spirit was looking out for me even before I knew I needed the help. Or, to put it another way, He’s got my back. When you see God at work in unexpected ways, you can’t help but be filled with love and gratitude.

some thoughts on worry

March 22, 2006

A few weeks ago, God brought to my attention that I have a worry problem. This was news to me. I’ve known worriers, and I don’t act like them. I’m not the kind who frets over how to pay an unexpected bill or tosses and turns, fearful for the future of my children. Even so, I see that I have a problem with worry. Here’s what happened:…

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