My freshman year of college, I received a letter from my Nana. Inside was a prayer card with the image of two cupped hands and the words from Isaiah 49:16: See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. I remember sitting at my desk, staring down at those words. I was comforted by the verse and the sentiment from Nana, but I wasn’t sure what those words really meant, how true they really are.
Zion, Israel, thought God had forgotten them. This was His response: Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has born? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. Isaiah 49:15-16
As a mother of three, I admit to having moments of sudden alarm, Wait, who’s missing? Where’s this one? Where’s that one? I love my children with all of my heart but I am human and I err. I can be weak, distracted and neglectful. God never (ever) is. He is a Father I can always rely on, He does not fail. His silence is not neglect. His pace is never behind. His love does not end. In His arms there is love, protection, guidance, strength, comfort and me. I crawled into His arms and He has not let go.
As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you. Isaiah 66:13
Meeting God at the Park 