📘 The Day I Felt Forgotten

There was a moment not long ago when I sat quietly in a room full of noise, and still felt invisible. Conversations carried on around me. Needs were being met, prayers answered, doors opened—for others.

And I thought, Did You forget me, Lord?

I didn’t say it out loud. I didn’t even dare pray it. But the ache was there… and God answered it.

That night, as I lay in bed trying to silence the hum of discouragement, the Holy Spirit whispered so gently:

“I have engraved you on the palms of My hands.”

—Isaiah 49:16

I wept. Not because I was in pain anymore, but because I’d been seen. Not overlooked. Not dismissed. Not forgotten.

And maybe that’s what you need to hear today too.

God has not forgotten you.

Your name is etched into Him.

He is tracking every detail, every tear, every moment you wonder if He’ll come through.

Hold on. Heaven knows your name.

🛐 Prayer

Lord, thank You for seeing me. For loving me even in the quiet moments when no one else seems to notice. Heal my heart from discouragement, and remind me that I’m not forgotten. I’m held, remembered, and cherished. In Jesus’ name, amen.

📖 Scripture to Carry

“Can a woman forget her nursing child…? Even if she forgets, I will not forget you. See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.”

—Isaiah 49:15–16