“Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.” Isaiah 49:15
One of the most vivid moments in my mind is the moment I heard, “Its a boy!” which was followed by the faint then strong cry of my brand new baby.
I remember the tears that flowed down my cheeks and the smile on my lips as I said over and over, “it’s ok, baby.. it’s ok, my baby.” As they laid him on my chest, his smell was so sweet and his little skin was so soft.
I was finally a mother.
The new identity I had found in my precious little boy was not an identity that I had been promised. Having children was a dream I had had since the Lord had given me this verse in my devotions, “I will therefore that the younger women marry, bear children, guide the house, give none occasion to the adversary to speak reproachfully.” (1 Timothy 5:14) In my late teens years, after a few years of health issues, a doctor told me, “You will probably find it difficult to have children, maybe not any.” I was devastated, but I knew the hope that God had given me.
You can imagine my surprise when, 9 months into our marriage, I saw those two little lines.. We were going to be parents!
Now that this special little boy was here, my days were consumed with taking care of him. The feedings, the diaper changing, the clothes washing, and the diaper changing, and the feedings, and ..(you get the point!) Little babies are a lot of work! Yet for me, those days were such wonderful and peaceful days. Just my little baby and me.
Then the strangest thing happened ..one day.. I woke up and decided I didn’t want to care for my baby anymore. He was too much for me, I wanted my old life back, the one that didn’t involve someone else’s perpetual needs.
So I walked out of the room. I heard him crying but I chose to ignore it. I could smell his diaper needed to be changed but I left him to lie in it. He had done it to himself, hadn’t he? I knew when I sat down for supper that night that he had not had one single drop of milk all day, but I was fine with it. After all, why should I continue to give of myself when I received no thanks at all?
What?? Who could do this to a helpless baby? His horrible of a mother I would be if this were true!
A mother who is not selfless in caring for her child is unnatural. God has put inside every woman who bears children a desire to meet the needs of that child.
Yet God says, “a mother will leave and forget her nursing baby before I would ever forget you.”
Many times, the adversary likes to tell me that I am forgotten. Even king David felt this way, “I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.” (Psalm 31:12) No one notices my work for Him or even that God Himself doesn’t see. Discouragement is very real among Christians, between spouses, and within our churches.
In that moment of discouragement, I have forgotten who I am. I have forgotten that the very God of heaven, Who formed me in my mother’s womb and holds our very galaxy in place, cares for me – the same care by which a mother cares for her child.
Satan is a liar.
If he can get my eyes to focus on myself to keep me discouraged, he can keep me defeated.
When I am defeated within, I cannot be effective for the work of God.
“Then they that feared the Lord spake often one to another: and the Lord hearkened, and heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before him for them that feared the Lord, and that thought upon his name.” (Malachi 3:16) He has a book of remembrance of every moment that I have done something for Him.
God is good. And He is only good.
He sees me. He knows me. He will never, never abandon me. “Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands;” (Isaiah 49:16a) God is faithful to His word and I can claim these promises.
“Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.” (Psalms 42:5)
God holds me in His heart, as closely as I held my baby each day. Oh, that I could stay in that position of mind with my Saviour – a completely dependent, helpless newborn baby resting in His love for me. Knowing that I’m never forgotten.