Oh how He loves us.

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Some times I fall prey to that line of thinking that my life is too small for God to pay attention to. I mean there is global famine and world peace to work out, there is no way God cares about my emotional instability and difficult circumstances. But every time I am in His Word there is this underlying message that I am a high priority on God’s to do list. (Matthew 10:30 – Even the hairs of your head have all been counted.)

This “God is too busy” idea is a misconception. God is not limited in His attention span or capacity for love. He is perfectly capable of keeping the universe on course and still knowing and loving us intimately and individually. That reality humbles me. (Psalm 8:4 – What is man that You remember him, the son of man that You look after him?) Even with so much else going on, He cares.

Every once in awhile I am prompted to text someone I haven’t spoken to in a long time and check in with them. Every time I do, they respond in a way that communicates, “Thank you for taking time out of your busy life to touch base with me. It made me feel special.” There is something so life giving about being remembered. For that moment we feel important to at least one person. We were all created with a valuable role to play in The Big Story. But day to day life in this culture of rushing to and fro can leave us feeling insignificant most of the time.

Isaiah 49:15-16, a verse I had read many times before, came alive to me in a new way this week.

“Can a woman forget her nursing child, or lack compassion for the child of her womb? Even if these forget, yet I will not forget you. Look, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands, your walls are continually before Me.”

The first part is easy to understand as a mother of 4. Regardless of what my children do and how they treat me (yes I realize the teenage years are coming), I can’t imagine forgetting or not feeling compassion toward them! But it was the second half of that verse that I grasped in a whole new way recently.

You see, I have a tattoo on the inside of my left wrist. It’s in the shape of Africa with a heart placed over the country of Uganda. I fell in love with Uganda as a college girl long before I had the privilege to travel there. The first time I went in 2006, I felt as if I had buried a piece of my heart in the red dirt of that beautiful place. I knew I would return many more times over the course of my life. Uganda is also the place my daughter Jaydn came to us through adoption from. Its a very special place that remains near and dear to my heart always. Hence the tattoo. Its obvious location opens up doors for some great discussions because people ask me about it all the time.

As I read those verses in Isaiah this week my tattoo came to mind. You could never guess how often during the day I will look down and see that tattoo. I am reminded of my love for that country, how special and beautiful it is, and I get swept up with a strong desire to be there again soon. It is constantly brought to mind- just as each of us is constantly on the mind of our Heavenly Father.

I try to imagine Jesus catching a glimpse of my name on His palm and it bringing a smile to His face and a warmth to His heart. Perhaps He leans against a heavenly gate nearby just to dwell on how special & beautiful I am while the story of our relationship replays in His mind. Then a longing sets in to be in communion with me again as soon as possible. This imagery is true of all of us. Oh how He loves us.

Its so easy to forget our position with Christ but just b/c we forget doesn’t mean He forgets. Our lives are not too small for Gods attention and affection. He takes one look at His sons calloused-like-a-carpenter hands and He remembers how loved you will always be.

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