to do lists.

college has officially started again, and here i am sitting at my kitchen table at home combining all my syllabuses (yes this is how you spell it, i looked it up) into all 3 of my calendars while singing along to andy grammer. usually i would be sitting in the library doing all of these, minus the singing, but due to the fact of having my wisdom teeth out a week ago, i had to come home for a check up to make sure i don't have any infections and everything is healing properly. as i was sitting here though i couldn't help but think of the day that i just had. it wasn't a bad day at all, it was actually a good day, where i just got to hang out with a bunch of my friends through out my day, and it was filled with God moments. last night i had a weird dream, that i wouldn't bore anyone with and which could have started off my day with me being so inquisitive, but as i was doing my hair this morning i couldn't help but ask God what it all meant. here is where it gets interesting.
about 3 years ago i had finished my senior year of high school and was visiting my grandparents up in New Hampshire. as i was sitting on the beach one day i just got a weird cold chill for it being the middle of summer and a super hot day. this sent me on a whirlwind of thoughts about new england. most people who aren't raised in the north consider northerns cold, hard, and not very open. as i was sitting there on the beach reading God just stopped me in my tracks, little did i know what i was getting myself into. in those next few moments God shared some precious things that He had in store for me. He told me that new england is often times stuck in the old religious traditions and that they needed something fresh and new. that one day i would be planting a church in new england.
well the past three years have come and gone and i haven't thought of that day since until today. i numbed part of me because i was scared and also because i had put so many to do lists in front of it. i got so distracted which happens to everyone. as much as it stinks to think that i had allowed things to come in the way of my relationship with God. it also reminded me that no matter how forgotten something may seem, that it is never forgotten to God. He never forgets something that He has created and even given us the opportunity to have our hands in. there have been times were all of us at some point feel like we are forgotten not only to the people around us, but we sometimes feel like God has forgotten us. but it is utterly impossible for Him to ever forget us. He has promised us over and over again that he will never leave us nor forsake us, that we are held in the palm of His hand, and we are not forgotten. there are no to do lists that stand between us and Him. We are not alone for we are safe in His arms because the hands that hold the world are holding our hearts.
although we don't always know what tomorrow will bring or be like we can always know that God has some plan in store. it could be that He is trying to grasp our attention, or maybe it is to show us that He is the one holding us in the middle of the night as we are crying out for help and for saving. each of us has a purpose and a plan that only He can answer and bring to fruition. it is in these moments when all we need to do is cry out to Him. to totally and utterly trust and put all of our hope in Him. it is never easy and as we walk through those moments of feeling alone and forgotten, but He is whispering to us saying: "here i am. trust me for i know what i am doing. i am the only one! just hang on for you my child were made for this!" like a mother and her baby we are not forgotten.