I love this time of year . . . especially with celebrating that Jesus is ALIVE. When I first saw this week’s word, it came to mind of the men hanging on the crosses on either side of them and one of the men said:
“Jesus, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.”
When I slip into that pit of believing the deceiver’s lies, that I am not worthy, or I am not what Jesus really wanted me to be, or how much I’ve messed up and failed, and finally shake off Satan’s whispers, I can hear Jesus say, “I will always remember you . . . someday you will be with Me in paradise.” If only I would remember how much God loves – that thief by Him, the woman at the well, and so many more.
“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;
your walls are continually before Me.
I cannot imagine ever forgetting one of my children, the ones I nursed or even the one I never nursed yet loved and held too briefly and gave back to Jesus. It gives us a glimpse of how we remember our children, how much more Jesus remembers us and loves us.
He died on the cross because He continually remembers us.
He’s preparing a home for us because He is continually remembering us.
. . . finished
Because He remembers me, I am….
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