It was April in Colorado. In two weeks I and my classmates would graduate from the Bible school program we were attending. Mealtime discussions centered on future plans.
For me, returning home in two weeks presented plenty of problems. Worry, fear, anxiety, and doubt filled my heart.
What would I do next?
What about that situation?
I struggled with comparing myself to friends who were heading into what I perceived as a “better season.” I felt forgotten.
Why had God granted to others what I longed and prayed for?
Classes had ended for the afternoon and I pondered the upcoming transition as I walked across campus under a cloudless sky.
As I entered the dorm and walked down the hall to my room I noticed a package laying at my door. Two blueberry muffins were cheerfully packaged with an anchor printed paper napkin and a note. It read, “To Sarah. A little bird told me you were hungry for blueberry muffins. Enjoy!”
I picked up the muffins and walked into my room closing the door behind me. I began to sob.
A few days previously I had shared with a friend that I was craving homemade blueberry muffins. I planned to bake them first thing when I arrived home. But that was it. I didn’t tell anyone else. I didn’t tell the friend who left them at my door. How she knew I’ll never know.
But the Lord knew I was craving blueberry muffins. Not only did He know, He cared. He cared about something as insignificant as blueberry muffins. He cared so much that He orchestrated a friend going home for visit, bringing homemade blueberry muffins back with her, somehow discovering that I craved them, and leaving them at my door.
Those blueberry muffins spoke volumes to my heart.
How could I doubt the Lord’s care?
How could I fear the future?
How could I worry about next steps?
How could I be anxious?
He had not forgotten me.
In Isaiah 49 we hear the cry of a people who felt forgotten by God. “Zion said, ‘The Lord has forsaken me, and my Lord has forgotten me.'” (Isaiah 49:14) Listen to the Lord’s response:
Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea, they might forget, yet I will not forget you. Behold, I have graven you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.
God compares His love to the self-sacrificing love of a mother. But it is beyond that. Mothers may forget, but He will not.
This passage was written to the Jewish people– a people who had rejected God and suffered consequences of their rejection, yet were not forgotten. He later tells them:
“The mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but My kindness shall not depart from you, neither shall the covenant of My peace be removed from you,” says the Lord that has mercy on you.
In essence, it is greater than impossible for the Lord to forget His people.
Once we were separated from God, dead in our sins. But God, because of the “great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses made us alive together with Christ.” (Ephesians 2:1-5) He bore the punishment for our sin. He absorbed the wrath of God for us.
Now we are in Christ. (Galatians 3:27) We are clothed with His perfect righteousness. (1 Corinthians 1:30; 2 Corinthians 5:21) We are brought near by His blood. (Ephesians 2:13) He will never leave or forsake us. (Hebrews 13: 5b) Even when we are faithless He remains faithful. (2 Timothy 2:13)
A Change of Perspective
That day in April my circumstances did not change, but my perspective did. I no longer believed the lie that God had forgotten me, and because of this, I could reject the fear, doubt, anxiety, and worry that threatened to overtake me. Instead, I chose to believe God’s Word.
I believed that I could cast all my cares upon Him because He cared for me, and would sustain me. (Psalm 55:22; 1 Peter 5:8)
I believed that I went forth, not alone, but with Jesus Christ interceding at the right hand of God on my behalf. (Hebrews 7:25)
I believed that God had not forgotten me. On the contrary, He was an ever-present help in time of need. (Psalm 46:1)
Though nearly two years have passed. I haven’t forgotten the lesson of the blueberry muffins