There’s been a pattern in my life of being forgotten. A weaker person might have developed a complex. But I’ve learned that when people fail me, I can always count on God’s faithfulness.
On the day of choosing names for my kindergarten gift exchange, I asked my teacher how she knew she’d put everyone’s name in the bag. She assured me that she had. I was satisfied by that until the day of the Christmas party when no one had brought a gift for me. The teacher scrambled to find a gift she’d received from a child in the morning class that would be suitable for me.
My Franciscan pilgrimage to Assisi and Rome started out shaky before I’d even left the U.S. When I arrived, ticket in hand, at the airport in Chicago, the airline could find no record of me on that flight or any other. Not being a seasoned traveler, and certainly not a seasoned international traveler, I could have panicked. Instead, I stood calmly at the counter until the problem was resolved. (The remainder of the pilgrimage was pure grace!)
More recently, I showed up at my doctor’s office one Wednesday morning for a pre-op check-up. They had no record of me having an appointment, nor was the doctor even in the office that day. Even though my surgery was scheduled for the following Monday morning, I didn’t panic but waited for them to find me a place in the schedule.
In my school years, we often sang Carey Landry’s “Isaiah 49” at Mass. As a kid, I always thought that was an odd title for a song, but the message is one that helped shape my relationship with our faithful God and my sense of self-worth.
Based on Isaiah 49:15-16: “Can a woman forget her nursing child, or show no compassion for the child of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. See, I have inscribed you on the palms of my hands.” It’s an easy tune to return to when others have forgotten or even rejected me.
How about you? When has a negative turned into a positive—because of your faith in God’s faithfulness?