The garden seems abound with life, where ever I step there seems to be life jumping for cover trying to get out of harms way. It seems a shame to even think about cutting the lawn, so it grows long and life enjoys its cover. Life is so precious. Babies in mothers arms seem to grab the attention of everyone. Newts and new life from ponds grab the attention of children, placing this life into tubs like plastic arks, and wanting to bring it home to place into the pond. The pond has never been so alive with newts, frogs and many other things hidden from view. It is almost like a mini garden of eden, life being brought from afar by the neighbours to keep this pond alive, so the children can also watch its growth. When ever I lift a pot or a branch something jumps out and scuttles for cover.

But Zion said, “The Lord has forsaken me,
And my Lord has forgotten me.”
“Can a woman forget her nursing child,
And not have compassion on the son of her womb?
Surely they may forget,
Yet I will not forget you.
See, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands;
Your walls are continually before Me.
This passage from Isaiah seems to be asking the question; can God forget us, and it answers this question straight away. God delivers a stunning message of a mothers love for her son from her womb. What bond there is between mother and child it is almost unbreakable for some, and yet this is not enough love for God. Having spent a few days answering questions God and gender, this seems to highlight God’s feminine side. God is neither male nor female but God. He has neither hands nor feet but symbolically speaking He has actually inscribed each of us on his hands. We can not actually comprehend God, for He created everything, but we are comprehended by Him as he designed and created each of us. And last of all He actually loves each of us still.
Do you ever remember being told something and thinking I must not forget that, so you write it on the palm of your hand. Well God has effectively done that. God is not like a clumsy oath (me) walking through the grass nearly standing on previous life, but He is a creator that is concerned with each life so much that He has inscribed your details on His hands. His grand plan bringing Noah safely through the storm with new life to re-start the world, and then Jesus coming down and sacrificing himself for our sin. So that we were no longer a painful sore on his hands but we were actually his pride. He is there waiting to greet us and show us that he has still got our names written on his hands and He is waiting for the day when He can proudly greet us.
Dear Lord, thank you for your love, for your continual love, even though at times my faith may seem like an ember or it may even seem almost out. Allow my faith in you grow and allow me to pass other people over to you so that we may save as many through the door of Jesus Christ into your remarkable Ark that you have prepared for us.
Amen