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“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me. Isaiah 49:15
The people feel forsaken, but they are not. The baby cries out in panic. "Have you forgotten me? You are not here, and it is dark, the middle of the night. Come quickly" The invisible cord remains. You feel. You hear my panic. You come; comfort and feed me with you life blood.
I am calmed. I am reassured. My trust grows as I feel the certainty of your presence and response. I cease to even have to think. Your love is taken as a given, like the rising of the sun in the morning. Your love is the smile of pleasure when we meet.
PRAYER: I thank you for your perfect constant love for us.
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