Forgotten.
Some people live to never be forgotten. Some people live to forget. Some people live as if they are forgotten.
I realized that I often hold the Lord, along with other people, at this safe little distance away from myself. It has taken me a long time to realize why I do this, and even longer to be willing to admit it. Everyday on the World Race I see sons and daughters who have been forgotten. By Parents, by loved ones, by societies.
I see starving malnutritioned children, forgotten by those who have more than enough food on their table.
I see teenage girls selling their bodies, forgotten by the men that purchase the services that they are children.
I see tired mothers trying desperately to raise children singlehandedly, forgotten by a husband and father.
I see college kids drinking their lives away, desperately trying to forget broken hearts and families.
I see a society always desiring the new and best, forgetting that money or materials will never be a substitute for love.
I realized that although I truly enjoy loving and serving people, sometimes I love and serve because I don't want to be forgotten. I realized that although most people would describe me as strong, living in fear of being forgotten is not strength. Because fear is not strong, love is strong.
"Inner strength, comes from receiving love as much as it comes from giving it"
Donald Miller: Searching for God Knows What.
I desire to love and serve only so that other people will know they are not forgotten. I want to hold and comfort every crying, dirty child. I want to cook for the hungry, befriend the lost and love the brokenhearted. I want to do this because i know I am not forgotten and neither are any of God's children forgotten. But I can't do this unless I believe that I am not forgotten.
If i take the time to look at and accept God's character, His word, and His actions I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am not forgotten. That you are not forgotten.
" You are not forgotten, My child, you will NEVER be forgotten in My kingdom and in My heart. I sent My precious Son, My flesh and blood because it was impossible for Me to forget My lost children. My children who had turned away from Me. I allowed My Son to break, to save your heart. I watched His body be beaten, pierced, and disgraced and when He cried out to Me in pain I turned the other cheek, because thats what it took to bring you back."
Wether you know and believe this amazing truth or not, I just want to remind you that on days where you feel desperate, alone, and forgotten by everyone you know: you are not forgotten. Even if you aren't ready to accept it or if you are never ready to accept it, you still have a Heavenly Father who gave everything for you to know you will never be forgotten and that you are fought for.
