Not Forgotten

Written by: Carolyn Ruttan

The other day at the table my family was reminiscing about some funny albeit embarassing times. We shared a lot of laughs. One of those times was a particular Saturday when we lived in Stratford. I had taken the van to get groceries. When I was finished getting groceries, I locked everything up in the back of the van and walked over to Dollarama in the same plaza. I found whatever items I needed there, checked out and began the short 5 minute walk home.

I was not home long before reality hit. My husband Dale was napping on the couch. A few minutes before this, I had walked up an empty driveway still not cluing in.  I even asked him, “if you are here, where’s the van?” He responded with the obvious.. “Didn’t you take the van to get groceries?” Duh!! Of course! I still can’t believe that I could forget buying an entire week worth of groceries, and walk home without them! I guess my son Ben would say it was an “honest mistake.” Normally, if I only needed a few items at the grocery store, I would walk. It was such a short distance after all, and I do love to walk. Until moving to Honduras,  I was of the mindset, why would I drive if could walk?

Now, I can’t imagine that ever happening again. However, I will say that I make a list when I get groceries or I will inevitably end up forgetting something that I need to make a certain recipe for that week’s menu.  Often though, I forget my list at home! I hope I am not the only one who does this!

Isn’t good to know that God does not forget us?  Sometimes, we may feel like he has. Sometimes we go through things and we may question Him, God, where are you? We may not feel his presence in our lives. We may feel like he is silent. Sometimes life is hard. Really hard.  It can throw us curves when we least expect them; like my dad getting cancer….again.  Or suddenly winding up in the hospital. Or being robbed.  Things don’t always go as we plan and I think that is especially true here in Honduras! Those who live here will totally understand that! We have the word flexi-juice for a reason.

I read this verse in my devotions this morning:

Isaiah 49:15-16 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! 16 See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.

We are engraved on the palms of his hands! How amazing is that? How many of us have written things on the palms of our hands so we won´t forget? Like a phone number for example or something we don’t want to forget.

One of my favorite verses is Psalm 139:17,18 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot even be numbered! I can’t even count them. They outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me.

We recently spent a few days of vacation on the north shore of Honduras during Holy Week.  I spent a lot of time walking on the beach, because I love to walk and I was reminded of that verse. Think for a moment how many grains of sand would be at the ocean or on the ocean floor. One grain of sand is so tiny you can hardly see it….and yet His thoughts of you….of me outnumber those grains of sand. I so love that visual. Oh how he loves us!!