Good morning. Today's post goes to the heart of the feelings of living unseen - the fear and loneliness we experience. Read on.

Remember 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! Is 49:15 When I was little I had a good trait that worked against me. I didn’t make a lot of noise. Consequently, I tended to be overlooked. One of my family’s favorite stories on me happened when I was about 2 or 3. We were at my aunt’s and I had gotten locked outside. I knocked and no one heard me. I called and no one heard me. Finally, I stomped my foot and yelled, “Somebody let this poor baby in!” I got in then. A few years later we were at my grandmother’s house. In the carport she had a great walk-in storage closet. It smelled like dust, turpentine and musty fishing nets. My brother and I were playing jail. We would lock each other in the closet and then come back in a minute to unlock the door. The problem was that my brother was in preschool and his attention wandered. He went into the house, got a drink and promptly forgot about our game and about me. After waiting a few minutes, I called out, and then started knocking on the door. The problem was that when he went in, he shut the storm door so no one could hear me. I thought I was knocking hard but apparently not. If I remember correctly, I was trying to figure out how long the air in the closet would last. After what seemed like half an hour, but was probably only a couple of minutes, someone went to the car for something and heard me. I can’t describe the joy and relief of hearing that lock turn and seeing a familiar face. Apart from the obvious lesson of “never play ‘jail’ with a four year old”, what can we learn from this? How many times have you felt like your life was a game where God and everyone else had gone for a snack and forgotten about you?  Do you feel that way today? This month has been very frustrating and the harder I tried to fix things the worse they got. Today was a rare lazy day. I spent some time just being and some time being still. (Psalms 46:10) God reminded me that he has been with me all the time and showed me how he has brought good out of my latest trial. Most importantly, he showed me that he has not forgotten me. At a time when I didn’t feel that God was personally interested in me or my life, he sent a preacher I barely knew to our Sunday School class. In front of the class, he took my hand in both of his and said, “God has not forgotten you and he has more for you than you ever dreamed of.” I cried, because that is my MO, but I was also encouraged enough to look for promises. Besides Jeremiah 29:11 and Is 43:1, I found this verse in Is 49:15. "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! The enemy would love for you to believe that when the good shepherd was counting the sheep, he said, “98, 99, oh, that’s close enough for government work.” Don’t you believe it. You are his precious child and he will never leave you or forsake you.