This morning I read Isaiah 49, the entire chapter spoke to my heart. Immediately, it starts out with this: Yehweh called me as his own before I was born and named me while I was still in my mother's womb. He gives me words that pierce and penetrate. He hid me and protected me in the shadow of his hand.
I love the image of God naming me before I was even born, the idea of him tenderly looking upon me while I was in the womb of my mother and whispering the name He chose for me. He doesn't stop there, He continues to whisper words like Loved, Chosen, Beautiful, and my Daughter.... He tells me, while I am in the womb, that whatever happens on earth this is who I am to him, and he will keep me in the shadow of his hand.
Futher along in the chapter I am reminded of how I sometimes feel when trials overwhelm me and I feel abandon by this very God that whispered such treasures in my ear: Yehweh has forsaken me. My Lord has forgotten me-I'm all alone.
Yehweh responds, "But how could a loving mother forget her nursing child and not deeply love the one she bore? Even if there is a mother who forgets her child, I could never, no never, forget you. Can't you see? I have carved your name on the palms of my hands!"
And so it is, He does not forget who we are, he does not stop loving you!
God is solid, loyal, faithful. How many friends do you have that would actually tatoo your name on their hand? He has made a covenant with us to stay through thick and thin, from beginning to end. Listen to this:
I will never disappoint those who entwine their hearts with mine.
To me, that is an amazing promise. Whose heart is yours entwined with today?