Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of My hands

"Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb?  Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.  Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of My hands"  Isaiah 49: 15-16

  

A mother never forgets or ceases to have compassion on her child.  A mother's love and devotion is like no other.  What mother ever forgets about her child? But even if something that impossible did happen, still God would not forget me.  God says that He has written His salvation onto our hearts.... But He has written us onto His hands! God has permanently engraved us onto Himself.  The same hands that were torn through by massive spikes... the same hands whose tendons were ripping as they held Jesus' body onto the cross... the same hands that gushed blood as Jesus' physical life poured out of Him... these same hands have yours and my names written on them.  Our names are right there, permanently engraved over Jesus' scars.  Not as a reminder of what our sin did to Jesus, but as a promise of the unfailing, never ending, unspeakable love that God has for us.  It is a continuous reminder. 

I often write notes on my hands of things I need to remember, but my name is engraved on God's hands... engraved.  Permanently.  I cannot begin to understand that... I cannot even fathom it.  How can I dare to think that God has at times forgotten me, when my name is branded onto His hands?  How foolish and petty of me! You cannot forget something that is continually before your eyes and is physically engraved upon your body...

"Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of My Hands". I am in awe...