He who watches over you will not slumber.
Rhea knew that this visit with her friend Andrea would probably be her last; the twenty-two-year-old was dying of cancer.
“Promise me,” Andrea said, “that you won’t forget me. Think about me now and then. Please remember me.”
A picture of my deceased father sits on a nearby shelf. I frequently look at that photo and whisper, “You are not forgotten; you are fondly remembered.”
Some live in lonely isolation, forgotten even while living.
But not you; you have loved ones and friends who think of you often.
Still, no one thinks about you all the time …
No one, that is, but God: “How precious it is, Lord, to realize that you are thinking about me constantly! I can’t even count how many times a day your thoughts turn towards me” (Ps. 139:17-18 TLB).
You may occasionally forget God,
but there isn’t a minute when he forgets you.