wow i didn't realize how long it had been since i last blogged. to say the very least life has been well....interesting! there doesn't ever seem to be enough hours in a day to accomplish everything that i have to get done and at the end of the day i'm left wondering where has my life gone to? it's like running on a treadmill and your foot slips and you are trying to re-do your stride and not being able to, and having to restart. in a way i guess i can see it as a blessing teaching me to slow down and enjoy these precious moments that are right in front of me, but when it happens unexpectedly it's hard to deal with. and now all i'm looking for is friday when i'm reunited with my family and friends for spring break. although i still have a lot to do as far as homework, getting things ready for our banquet that i'm in charge of, and making time for family and friends.
so how do you accomplish all that you need to get done in your day plus make time for God? right about now i so desperately wish i had that answer. i was talking to my mom early about some things going on in my life right now and i said to her: "you know i wish there was a manual full of directions on how to deal with this and other certain situations in life!" her simple answer was: "carolyn there is, its the bible!"and how true. i knew that answer but for some reason i have recently just blanked and it was like i was just hearing it for the first time. when i start making time for Him, then He'll open up time in my schedule for the things to get done, that i never saw! and when i stop spending so much time on social media outlets, i'll again find time slots for all of it!
i guess what i needed was a wake up call to re-examine and refocus on the things that are important to me. which is God, school, SGA, work, and family! so what is so important to you that you can't separate yourself from? and is it really that important? recently my school announced that we would be participating in a homeless fundraiser and i've always known that it was important to give of my time and money, but for some reason it really hit me this year. so i started a pledge to raise $500 and participate in the homeless sleep out. for me this is what is important because it is the whole reason why i decided to go into ministry and if i just turn my cheek then what is that really saying about me and my heart? now i'm not saying everyone should go out and join a cause like this, but look and see what is truly important that you would be willing to lay down your life, and time for. and make sure it is really important!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
beautiful
beauty: a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses,esp. the sight; a combination of qualities that pleases the intellect or moral sense.
there are many words, places, things that we can classify as beauty or beautiful. often these things are sunsets on a mid summer night, or the sunrise against the mountains in the early mornings. we even sometimes use this word to describe an individual or a celebrity that we deem as beautiful. most of the time though we never actually use the word for ourselves. lets be honest. we may wake up every morning and have all the confidence in the world, but as soon as we walk down those stairs or into our everyday locations we are filled with insecurities and things that make us think differently. we allow comments like "well that's new" or "are you really going to wear that" to bring us down and be the foundation of those insecurities. we hide our true selves from the world and in doing so we hide our feelings and what we love the most from those most important to us.
over Christmas break i read the book Captivating, which one of my friends highly suggested. in the weeks that i read it my world was totally rocked and i slowly started opening doors in my life that i thought i had closed forever. i was scared that if i allowed people around me to see the true me that they would think differently of me. but more than anything i was afraid that God would think differently of me and in some way love me less. but as i read on and on i was sent, all most everyday i was texted words of encouragement and affirmation that honestly kept me reading on.
being a woman a lot of times is hard. you have to know when to be strong and fight for the things that you love the most and when to be fragile. you have to know when to be independent and when to rely on others for help. you have to know when to guard your heart and when to allow people in and who those individuals are. you have to figure out your feelings and be able to communicate them properly. and more than anything you have to humble yourself before God and lay it all down. now i'm not saying that men don't face these same things, but for a lot of women including myself becoming less independent is hard and will probably be forever hard including when to be less independent before God. the other huge battle is guarding my heart. people want you to be open with them and be real but just how to you do this?
beauty isn't defined by that person, place, or thing, but it is defined by the Creator and the master artist who designed every single part of you way before you were even thought of or planned. you were designed to share your feelings and be real with people that He orchestrated to be in your life at the time that they were. He designed every single freckle, every birth mark, every hair, every single part of you to show you the beauty and worth that He sees in you. He knows your strength and all your weaknesses. He sees it all and he longs for our hearts before we give them away aimlessly.
my one friend grew up with the rule that she wasn't allowed to date before she was 16 and for the longest time i thought that was so crazy and mean of her parents. but the more i experience life the more i understand. i can see why her parents would make that rule and it was because they were trying to protect her and in their way guard her heart from aimlessly giving it away to a boy that would eventually break it. life was designed to be beautiful and to see God's beauty in every creation and place that we turned, but things happened and that was hidden. we have to seek it out and in seeking it out we find the beauty of God and the works of his hand. we find that we aren't defined as the "most beautiful girl in the school" but as the craftsmanship of a God who sees worth and beauty in us every single day. so look in the mirror and don't walk away until you believe that you are beautiful and have worth from the Creator of the universe. know that you are loved first and foremost!!!
there are many words, places, things that we can classify as beauty or beautiful. often these things are sunsets on a mid summer night, or the sunrise against the mountains in the early mornings. we even sometimes use this word to describe an individual or a celebrity that we deem as beautiful. most of the time though we never actually use the word for ourselves. lets be honest. we may wake up every morning and have all the confidence in the world, but as soon as we walk down those stairs or into our everyday locations we are filled with insecurities and things that make us think differently. we allow comments like "well that's new" or "are you really going to wear that" to bring us down and be the foundation of those insecurities. we hide our true selves from the world and in doing so we hide our feelings and what we love the most from those most important to us.
over Christmas break i read the book Captivating, which one of my friends highly suggested. in the weeks that i read it my world was totally rocked and i slowly started opening doors in my life that i thought i had closed forever. i was scared that if i allowed people around me to see the true me that they would think differently of me. but more than anything i was afraid that God would think differently of me and in some way love me less. but as i read on and on i was sent, all most everyday i was texted words of encouragement and affirmation that honestly kept me reading on.
being a woman a lot of times is hard. you have to know when to be strong and fight for the things that you love the most and when to be fragile. you have to know when to be independent and when to rely on others for help. you have to know when to guard your heart and when to allow people in and who those individuals are. you have to figure out your feelings and be able to communicate them properly. and more than anything you have to humble yourself before God and lay it all down. now i'm not saying that men don't face these same things, but for a lot of women including myself becoming less independent is hard and will probably be forever hard including when to be less independent before God. the other huge battle is guarding my heart. people want you to be open with them and be real but just how to you do this?
beauty isn't defined by that person, place, or thing, but it is defined by the Creator and the master artist who designed every single part of you way before you were even thought of or planned. you were designed to share your feelings and be real with people that He orchestrated to be in your life at the time that they were. He designed every single freckle, every birth mark, every hair, every single part of you to show you the beauty and worth that He sees in you. He knows your strength and all your weaknesses. He sees it all and he longs for our hearts before we give them away aimlessly.
my one friend grew up with the rule that she wasn't allowed to date before she was 16 and for the longest time i thought that was so crazy and mean of her parents. but the more i experience life the more i understand. i can see why her parents would make that rule and it was because they were trying to protect her and in their way guard her heart from aimlessly giving it away to a boy that would eventually break it. life was designed to be beautiful and to see God's beauty in every creation and place that we turned, but things happened and that was hidden. we have to seek it out and in seeking it out we find the beauty of God and the works of his hand. we find that we aren't defined as the "most beautiful girl in the school" but as the craftsmanship of a God who sees worth and beauty in us every single day. so look in the mirror and don't walk away until you believe that you are beautiful and have worth from the Creator of the universe. know that you are loved first and foremost!!!
Friday, January 6, 2012
New.Year.New.Life.
I’ve been sitting in this same position for probably the last hour reading and debating a lot of recent things that have occurred in my life. Now I’m not saying that they are bad, some yes, but for the most part I’m so in love with life. I just wanted to reflect a little on this past year. In January I transferred to a new college where I truly and honestly thought that I was at home, where I could start afresh and in many ways hide from my past, but man was I so wrong! It is honestly true when someone tells you that you can’t run from your past forever, that it eventually catches up with you. Spring semester 2011 was that time for me in my life. Don’t get me wrong, for many situations in my life I have come face-to-face with them, but for others I just ran. I was hurt by dear friends, and in return I hurt others. I talked way too much and hurt way to often. I’m not talking about physical hurt, but emotional, spiritual, and mental.
As I was reading over a journal entry that I had written in March I was reminded of just how much I needed to know that I was loved. I was told by one of my mentors and a dear friend that life is like climbing a mountain. Once you get to the top of one you soon find out that it is only the bottom of another and you are quickly mistaking that brief pause in the climb. This is what I wrote about my life mountain climbing experience:
It’s not a mistake or a coincidence that I love to go hiking. I love to climb and the burning of my lungs as I keep climbing. The adrenaline pumping and coursing through my veins as I take another step up and forward in the climb. I know that if I keep going that the end result is going to be amazing and I’m going to feel so good about myself. I know that my body may hate me at first for putting it through that torture, but by the very end it’s going to say: “Thank you Carolyn!” I am like the body. I may not like You at the moment, but I know by the end of the hike I’m going to be saying: “Thank you God. Thank you for all the trials, for all the times where you pushed me to endure. For all the times you kept cheering me on. For everything!”
You see when we exercise or in my situation climb we are ripping and stretching our muscles. The reason why later on that day or the next day when our bodies hurt is because of that very reason and the fact that our muscles are trying to repair themselves and become stronger. Now that being said it is also that same way in our spiritual walks. We have to work to climb that mountain to show God that we are really that interested in Him and a relationship with Him. It is pursuing Him. Now our spiritual muscles are being ripped and stretched so they can repair themselves to be even stronger in the body.
Recently a friend of mine recommended that I read Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge. To say the least it has taught me a lot of things about myself that I would have never known or even guessed. My eyes were opened to the fact that I had not healed wholly from my past and that in order to do so I needed to allow God to show me my beauty and that I was captivating to Him. I wasn’t some ugly girl that was to be locked away until use and old age accepted me. I was loved and adored by the God of the universe. The same one who paints every beautiful lily, rose, tulip, every flower, sun rise, and sun set differently. I was lovely. It has also taught me that I am delicate, that I don’t have to be independent! I can just be me without feeling judged or having self-doubt about myself. No matter what happens on that hike up the mountain that I have someone holding my rope to secure me telling me that it is alright, He isn’t letting go, to continue and finish the climb.
To wrap up quick, we are all on a hike, or climb. We are all trying to get to that highest peak, to finally call it quits, but we can’t! Our climb is never going to be over until we have reached that highest peak which is the day we enter into Heaven to rejoice and sit with our Creator. Now not always is the climb going to be easy, but we are always going to have someone to cheer us on, telling us to keep going because it is definitely worth it. Who knows what is in store for this New Year?! All I know is that I am going to smile through the pain, to show the world the beauty that God so gracefully and graciously adored on me! You don’t have to be strong all the time, because if you always are, when are you allowing God to be your strength? My friends may this year be like no other. May God just flourish in and around you and place His loving and beautiful creation everywhere you go to be mesmerized by Him! Happy New Year! Here is to a great year to come!!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
definition.
as a child when i was reading or doing homework and came across a word i didn't know i would ask my mom or dad what the word meant. every time my dad always said: get the dictionary. now that was never the problem because surprisingly i love the dictionary. the problem was how ancient our dictionary was. see it had been passed down from my great grandfather on my dad's side and was huge, heavy, and smelled weird. needless to say i would flip through the first couple of pages and then close it and keep reading. without fail my dad would always ask: so what does the word mean? feeling guilty i would open the dictionary back up and have to find it and tell him. interesting he said. and would carry on his day. another thing that would frustrate me was in the back of said dictionary was a list of names and meanings of those names. like always mine was never to be found.
the real question is though was i really looking for the definition of my name? or was i looking for a definition of who i am? you see so many times we walk around thinking that we are defined by the things around us. the label on our clothes, the price tag on the car that we drive, the guy/girl on our arm, when in reality none of that is our definition. we are not defined by the things around us, but by a God who made us. who told us that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. who made us in HIS image. who has counted every tear that we have cried, every hair that has somehow fallen out of our head. who has told us to just be patient and wait for Him. so many times we walk around thinking that oh if i only had the designer jeans, that highlighted hair, if only and the list could go on. however, we were not made for this world.
this lesson i have struggled with for the longest time. everyone wants to know and has the feeling that they belong somewhere. that someone loves them for the real them and not for who they are pretending to be. the whole time God is screaming to them His love. trying to tell them to press into Him and rely on Him alone. everything that they are desperately searching for is Him. that guy/girl will come when it is the right time for both of you. that perfect job is coming, just seek Him. when we are willing to lay it all down and let it go is when God has the opportunity to move and give us the things that we would least suspect that are the best fit for us.
are we going to keep allowing the things of this world to define us? the labels on our clothes? the car that we drive? or are we going to allow the God of the universe to tell us who we are in Him? are we going to keep allowing that guy or girl on our arm to define us, or the God who create the ultimate version of love? life is like a game of scrabble. God has given us all the letters, and even given us the word to spell out, but what are we going to spell out with the letters that He has given us?
the real question is though was i really looking for the definition of my name? or was i looking for a definition of who i am? you see so many times we walk around thinking that we are defined by the things around us. the label on our clothes, the price tag on the car that we drive, the guy/girl on our arm, when in reality none of that is our definition. we are not defined by the things around us, but by a God who made us. who told us that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. who made us in HIS image. who has counted every tear that we have cried, every hair that has somehow fallen out of our head. who has told us to just be patient and wait for Him. so many times we walk around thinking that oh if i only had the designer jeans, that highlighted hair, if only and the list could go on. however, we were not made for this world.
this lesson i have struggled with for the longest time. everyone wants to know and has the feeling that they belong somewhere. that someone loves them for the real them and not for who they are pretending to be. the whole time God is screaming to them His love. trying to tell them to press into Him and rely on Him alone. everything that they are desperately searching for is Him. that guy/girl will come when it is the right time for both of you. that perfect job is coming, just seek Him. when we are willing to lay it all down and let it go is when God has the opportunity to move and give us the things that we would least suspect that are the best fit for us.
are we going to keep allowing the things of this world to define us? the labels on our clothes? the car that we drive? or are we going to allow the God of the universe to tell us who we are in Him? are we going to keep allowing that guy or girl on our arm to define us, or the God who create the ultimate version of love? life is like a game of scrabble. God has given us all the letters, and even given us the word to spell out, but what are we going to spell out with the letters that He has given us?
Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, 'the LORD is my portion; therefore i will wait for him.' Lamentations 3.22-24
Saturday, October 22, 2011
do you see what i see.
i hadn't realized how long it has been since i was last on here. although i should be tired and trying to head to bed right about now, i am wide awake. last night i was watching a meteor shower with my friend and all i could think about in that moment as i was lying looking up to the stars was just about the beauty of the creation around me. to think that a God who created every bone in my body, every detail on my face, every crack in each leaf as it dried, created something that seems so insignificant at times for my pleasure. funny how that all works out. we were watching the shower until about 4am and the whole time i was just mesmerized by it.
i was mesmerized yet again though by the love of my creator. little old me. i don't think that there will ever be a time that i will fully understand why He chose me. at times i feel like Jeremiah did when he said Lord i don't know what to say for i am only a child, or Daniel who was trembling before the pit of lions or David and the giant and called out for God to truly use him and to give him the boldness and courage that he so desperately needed and sought after. here i am in this moment though crying out for God to once again whisper into my ear and tell me everything is going to be ok, that it is all going to work out the exact way that He plans. yet as i am sitting here trying at least to find some kind of warmth, i can't help but question. and be confused in so many ways about things that are going on in my life.
life is hard and i know that it is not always going to be sunshine and butterflies, but i was promised that in these moments of desperation and calling out for God to speak to me, that there is a God who loves me. who said and promised that He was going to hold my hand during this moments, that He was going to wrap me in His arms of peace and rest and to cast out all confusion. i refuse to be like that man who built his house upon the sand, so when the rains came and flooded his house was swept away. but i am going to like the man who built his house upon the rock, so when the rains came he was safe.
i don't know exactly what life throws at each of us for it is all different situations and circumstances. but one thing to be sure of is that although we may not know what is going on, we must trust that He does. that's faith. stepping out into the unknown because He told you to. so here am i God. here is all of me. because if you can't have all of me, then don't have any of me...let everything i do be all for you!
i was mesmerized yet again though by the love of my creator. little old me. i don't think that there will ever be a time that i will fully understand why He chose me. at times i feel like Jeremiah did when he said Lord i don't know what to say for i am only a child, or Daniel who was trembling before the pit of lions or David and the giant and called out for God to truly use him and to give him the boldness and courage that he so desperately needed and sought after. here i am in this moment though crying out for God to once again whisper into my ear and tell me everything is going to be ok, that it is all going to work out the exact way that He plans. yet as i am sitting here trying at least to find some kind of warmth, i can't help but question. and be confused in so many ways about things that are going on in my life.
life is hard and i know that it is not always going to be sunshine and butterflies, but i was promised that in these moments of desperation and calling out for God to speak to me, that there is a God who loves me. who said and promised that He was going to hold my hand during this moments, that He was going to wrap me in His arms of peace and rest and to cast out all confusion. i refuse to be like that man who built his house upon the sand, so when the rains came and flooded his house was swept away. but i am going to like the man who built his house upon the rock, so when the rains came he was safe.
i don't know exactly what life throws at each of us for it is all different situations and circumstances. but one thing to be sure of is that although we may not know what is going on, we must trust that He does. that's faith. stepping out into the unknown because He told you to. so here am i God. here is all of me. because if you can't have all of me, then don't have any of me...let everything i do be all for you!
Friday, September 16, 2011
panama
today i had an interview about my plans for next summer in regards to my internship. i was asked what i was planning on doing and all i could think about was those 10 days this summer when i was back in a country that i love and yearn for so much right now. all i could see was all the faces of the little children that we ministered to this summer. the faces of those in Boquette as we passed by them in the streets. the feel of the floor in the church on that friday night as we ministered and i encountered God in such a new way. as i truly found my fire and passion again...
as i was sitting in that office talking about my plans all i could think in those moments was: "God is this how you feel and yearn for your people?" if i feel like this for a country where i spent only 20 days in my whole life, how is it that God feels like this every single day as He yearns for His children to come home and back to Him? when we sing the song by Hillsong and it says: "Lord break my heart for what breaks yours..." i don't think i've actually thought God would actually break my heart like that...until today. no matter what i do i can't shake this feeling of having to be there. there isn't enough to do or fill my day with that will take this painful, yet joyous thing from my heart.
there isn't enough homework that i can have that will stop me from thinking about panama, or its people, children, problems...there isn't enough time that i could waste on Facebook that would take my mind off of panama because without fail i look at all the pictures that were taken on those trips and yearn so desperately to be back there. i hate to say this too, but there isn't enough time that i could spend with my friends that would make me stop and forget about panama even for a second. there isn't enough music in my iTunes that would take my mind off of it, in fact without fail the cd that i got from panama ends up playing and it takes me back to that Sunday morning, and then to that afternoon spending time at the Teen Challenge...
how much time is going to have to pass before i can step back onto that ground, to see those precious faces of the children who are living without a father, or parents at all...how much time am i going to have to dwell on the idea and daydream about being back there? Lord grant my heart peace and contentness until i am back in that country. continue to remind me of those who are here that need your healing touch, your grace bestowed upon them, and for those who are ready to give up on everything including life. touch them, give them the strength and courage to face another day. grant them that peace that they so desperately need and are searching for. also touch panama that their hearts would be so open and willing to receive you, to hear all that you have for them, and the love that you are so willing to pour unto them. give me the spirit of patience again to wait for that time when i can go back and see your mighty hand at work....
as i was sitting in that office talking about my plans all i could think in those moments was: "God is this how you feel and yearn for your people?" if i feel like this for a country where i spent only 20 days in my whole life, how is it that God feels like this every single day as He yearns for His children to come home and back to Him? when we sing the song by Hillsong and it says: "Lord break my heart for what breaks yours..." i don't think i've actually thought God would actually break my heart like that...until today. no matter what i do i can't shake this feeling of having to be there. there isn't enough to do or fill my day with that will take this painful, yet joyous thing from my heart.
there isn't enough homework that i can have that will stop me from thinking about panama, or its people, children, problems...there isn't enough time that i could waste on Facebook that would take my mind off of panama because without fail i look at all the pictures that were taken on those trips and yearn so desperately to be back there. i hate to say this too, but there isn't enough time that i could spend with my friends that would make me stop and forget about panama even for a second. there isn't enough music in my iTunes that would take my mind off of it, in fact without fail the cd that i got from panama ends up playing and it takes me back to that Sunday morning, and then to that afternoon spending time at the Teen Challenge...
how much time is going to have to pass before i can step back onto that ground, to see those precious faces of the children who are living without a father, or parents at all...how much time am i going to have to dwell on the idea and daydream about being back there? Lord grant my heart peace and contentness until i am back in that country. continue to remind me of those who are here that need your healing touch, your grace bestowed upon them, and for those who are ready to give up on everything including life. touch them, give them the strength and courage to face another day. grant them that peace that they so desperately need and are searching for. also touch panama that their hearts would be so open and willing to receive you, to hear all that you have for them, and the love that you are so willing to pour unto them. give me the spirit of patience again to wait for that time when i can go back and see your mighty hand at work....
Thursday, September 8, 2011
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.
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.
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