…Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands… (Isaiah 49:15b-16a, ESV)

I remember the first time I came across this verse. I was teaching through Isaiah, looking at all the passages that mentioned or foretold or “imaged” the coming Messiah. Because Jesus’ hands were pierced by the cruel nails of my sin, he literally bears the scars of remembrance. I am along with countless others indeed graven on his hands. What a declaration of commitment on God’s part.

Contentment for the Christian is so important. It is important for me. How can I be discontent when I remember that I am tattooed on His palms? What arrogance do I possess when I say, “Lord didn’t you know?” How can I not be assured every day when He says he knows my rising and my sitting; that He knows the number of the hairs that is falling (rapidly!) from my head? How much differently I would lead my life if these truths would constantly abide in my consciousness?

Father, forgive the way I have belittled your knowledge of me, of your thought of me, of your sacrifice for me. Let me rest in the knowledge that I not only abide in the palm of your hand, but that I am engraved on that very same palm.