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forget.me.not (revised edition)


" 'Remember these things, O Jacob, for you are my servant, O Israel.  I have made you, you are my servant; O Israel, I will not forget you.  I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist.  Return to me, for I have redeemed you.' "  Isaiah 44:21-22

What an awesome God we serve.  So many things He has done and continues to do for us who are His...created, loves, forgives, redeemed, claims...remembers.  No one is forgotten.  It's easy to feel like prayers go unanswered, but these verses (and the entire chapter) reminds us that He is working out His perfect plan as only He can.  Our safest place, our perfect place, is in His presence.  
Ever get concerned how people will remember you?  I have...the bad choices and  embarrassing moments through life...they seem to be very hard to live down.  Our Heavenly Father sweeps away our offenses like a cloud and our sins like the morning mist...He only remembers us.  
Isn't that the hard part?  Putting behind the memories of all the wrongs we've done in life?  We think less of ourselves, so we might assume the same of God.  How could He forget what I've done?  I don't understand it all, but I believe it all.  He redeemed us by the blood of His Son Jesus, He forgives us when we sin, and He desires us to be with Him. 
Looking at it another way, God sets before us a great standard for forgiving others.  Have any lingering clouds between yourself and another who's hurt you?  I have a few.  We can't truly see them because we haven't let the cloud of anger, hurt, or how they've wronged us lift from our memory.  Forgiving is the easy part...forgetting how they've hurt us isn't.  
Time to let the Son shine in and sweep away the clouds... 
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