“See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands” (Isaiah 49:16). Those are God’s words. Your name is not buried in some heavenly file. God needs no name tag to jog His memory about you. Your name is tattooed, engraved on His hand. You are everything to God.
I once read a story about a priest from Detroit who traveled to Ireland to visit relatives. One day he was walking the shores of Lake Killarney with his uncle. They watched the sun rise and for a full twenty minutes, the two men scarcely spoke. As they resumed their walk, the priest noticed that his uncle was smiling. “Uncle,” he said, “You look very happy.” “I am,” his uncle responded. “How come?” asked the priest. “Because the father of Jesus is very fond of me.”
He’s fond of you too dear friend.
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