Title: Ink Me on Your Palm
Date: December 04, 2015
The old woman knocked on my office door. I invited her in to sit and asked her, “What might I do for you, Mrs. Snippet?” Mrs. Snippet replied, “My son is estranged from me and has been these fifteen years. I miss him so.”
“Why is he estranged? I asked. Why did he leave you?”
“I don’t know, she said. Has he forgotten me? I have not forgotten him, not ever, not for a moment of time. How could I?”
What mother could ever forget her child? How could a mother ever not love her child? Bone of her bone, blood of her blood, flesh of her flesh – it’s impossible for a mother to forget her child.
I’ve known mothers who have given up children for adoption, and have never, not for a moment, forgotten their children. There are mothers who’ve had children run away, or pass away, and those children are always remembered in their hearts. Never ever have I met a mother, even the coldest-hearted, meanest mother, who has forgotten her child.
The prophet Isaiah asks, can a woman forget her nursing child, or show no compassion for the child of her womb? Even if these mothers forget, says God, I, God, will never forget you. I will inscribe you on my palm.
Let’s Pray: Dear God, remember me, Oh God, remember me, in the time of my trouble, in the time of my suffering, remember me, ink me, inscribe me, on the palm of Your hand, that I will always be before You. Amen.
Here’s a Thought: You are inked, unforgettable and beloved.