See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…

Extract from our Weekly Bulletin

October 11, 2015
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…

Read Isaiah 49:16

There is no doubt that a part of the admiration of the words “I have” is produced by the incredulous lamentation of verse 14. But Zion said, “The LORD has forsaken me, the Lord has forgotten me.”

How surprised does the divine mind seem to be before the unbelief of  impious!

There is nothing else that surprises more than the doubts and the fears of the favored people of God.

The affectionate words of reproach that the Lord pronounces should make us blush.

They say “How can I forget you if I have you engraved in the palms of my hands?
How dare you doubt that I constantly remember you, if your memory is in my being?
Oh unbelief, what a strange marvel you are!
We don’t know of what to be astonished more, either of the loyalty of God or of the unbelief of his people.

He fulfills a thousand times his promises but nevertheless, the next difficulty that comes our way, makes us doubt him.

He never fails, he never finds Himself as an exhausted source, like the sun sets or as steam which vanishes. Nevertheless we are always harassed with anxieties, tormented with mistrust and confused with fears, as if God was the mirage of the desert. I have” is an expression that is applied to excite the admiration.

In reality here, there is reason for us to be astonished.

The heavens and the earth can be surprised that the rebels have managed to get so close to the heart of the infinite love as to be engraved in the palms of his hands.

“I have engraved you.” It doesn’t say “I have engraved your name.”
The name as well, but that’s not all “I have you   engraved.”
Look at how much this means!

I have engraved your person, your image, your circumstances, your temptations, your weaknesses, your needs and your works.

Will you again say that God has forgotten you, knowing that you have been engraved in his own palms?

Extracted from the book “Morning readings” of C. H. Spurgeon Page 318

God Bless You,
Ps. Marisa Varjabedian