“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!” Isaiah 49:15
Amity made a comment in passing earlier this week that has stayed with me. “I’m starting to hear my name at school.” I was puzzled by that statement and asked “Do you mean they’re not calling you Amy anymore?” Over the years she has fallen into the nickname ‘Amy’ because not everyone seems to get that her name is actually “Amity”. But no, that wasn’t what she meant. She just meant she is starting to hear her name spoken at school.
I thought about this statement and realized that when you first move to a new place you don’t hear your name much at all. People don’t know you, so they don’t speak your name. Even in the places you go regularly, like school and church, people don’t know you so you don’t hear people calling for you by name. You’ve not made your mark or caused people to
remark you, so you don’t see your name attached to jobs or activities or events.
But now Amity is beginning to hear her name. I’m so happy for this. To me it says that this place is becoming home, that a time will come when she’ll feel as much a part of this world as she did the world in Rosalia. I’ve been praying for her that she will come to know in the depths of her inner man that there is One who named her and always speaks her name. That there is One who knows her, loves her and will never forget her no matter where
her life’s journey takes her. With Him she is always home.
“Before I was born the LORD called me; from my birth he has made mention of my name.” Isaiah 49:1