While strolling through our local farmers’ market, I noticed a lapel pin for sale.
Here’s how it read: “Hi, I can’t remember your name either.”
I immediately tossed a couple of dollars in the bucket and brought it home, intending to wear it every day. I haven’t done that but I look at it regularly and console myself that I’m not the only one who forgets.
It's really not that I forget the person or that I don’t recognize the face, it’s just that if they aren’t in their “usual spot,” I have to mentally transfer them to my immediate presence. One comforting thought is that I’m rarely stuck on identities for more than a few minutes, sometimes only hours, or at most, a day.
Just the tendency, however, makes me realize that age truly is starting to creep up on me. More importantly, however, is the keen understanding that I need to cultivate those things that really matter in my life. Names may temporarily elude me, but relationships with people continue to be an important and blessed part of my life.
Throughout Scripture we are reminded to that God never forgets: “God remembered Noah,” says the writer of Genesis; “Remember His marvellous works,” exhorts the writer of 1 Chronicles; “Remember my chains,” penned Paul, writing to those early Christians from his prison cell; and Peter, in defending his faith before those who wanted him to stop proclaiming Jesus Christ, wrote “then I remembered the word of the Lord, how He said….”
There are times when we forget the goodness of the Lord but how comforting to know that He never forgets us!
“[The Lord answered] “Can a woman forget her nursing child and have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.” Isaiah 49:15