Does God Remember Us?
By Shannon Ready
How do we think of God? Hollywood often portrays Him as a bright light and booming voice, a high and mighty goody-two-shoes who wants to take all the fun out of life, or someone a bit like the pictures we see of Zeus, fairly remote or uncaring, peering down from His mountain at the “tiny ants” scurrying around His feet; not particularly bothered by the hardships they are facing, or enthusiastic about the great works they are achieving. Yet this isn’t at all the way the Bible speaks of Him. It speaks about how intimately God knows us, and how carefully He formed us.
There is nowhere we can go that God is not, and He keeps His hand upon us both through the good and the bad of life.
We were so much in the heart of God, He lovingly formed each one of us as a “masterpiece of design”, with unique talents and abilities that would compliment the talents and abilities of others. He had a specific plan and purpose for every one of us.
Psychologists tell us that our need to love and belong is so entwined into the fabric of whom we are, that we need it almost as much as food and drink to survive. Why? – Because God made us this way. He longs to be linked to us, and the longing we feel in our own hearts to love and belong is an echo of His own.
It is actually we who have forgotten Him. When Adam and Eve reached out for independence from God, we became estranged from Him and sought to redesign ourselves. Now our search to find meaning in life often leads us to try to be thinner, more beautiful, smarter, more successful, have more money etc (just look at the racks of magazines next time you go shopping). Yet nothing really satisfies. In forgetting Him, we have forgotten our whole purpose.
God does remember us, and we can find out what God always planned for us. Our lives can have more meaning than we ever dreamed was possible.
Further Study:
Psalm 139:13 For You have formed my inward parts; You have covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvellous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, and skilfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed, And in Your book they were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them
