Font Size » Large | SmallBy Julia Helkenn Last week I put away my Kindle reader and sat on the floor crying out to God, feeling quite forgotten. My only reply that night was the dog snoring. The next day, alone in the car as I drove to the gym, I again told the Lord all that was on my mind: my worries, fears, frustrations, and most of all that I felt like we had been forsaken or forgotten. This time my reply was the noisy highway traffic. The day after that I was tired of being in the house, so I loaded up my kids and we went to the grand opening of McAlister’s Deli. Everyone who came in that day could eat for free, so we enjoyed a nice meal and exceptional service. We piled back in our vehicle for one more stop before heading home. With full tummies, the kids were quiet and the baby was napping when my phone rang. The call was from an elderly lady from our church. She had struggled with health issues and fell often. Six months earlier she had been moved to an assisted living center in hopes of keeping her safe. My older friend said she had been struggling and asked for prayer. I gladly prayed with her and then we talked some. She told me she had been trying to call me for days. Last night before bed she had asked the Lord to help her get through to me. Somehow that afternoon she was able to find my name in her phone, and the Lord “connected the call.” Our conversation was short, but right before it ended the Lord gave me a word for her which I spoke without any hesitation: “You are not forgotten.” The call touched her emotionally; I could hear her breath quiver. We said goodbye and my spirit trembled within me. I too was filled with emotion as those words from the Lord took root in my spirit: “You are not forgotten.” It was as much my word as it was hers. I had laid it all out on the table and told the Lord how I felt and his simple reply was a reminder of His love for me – a reminder that despite all my feelings, despite life’s ups and downs, despite trials and circumstances, fears and frustrations, I am not forgotten. A few weeks later the Lord spoke to my husband from Isaiah 49:15: “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!” About the Author: Julia lives in Council Bluffs, Iowa, with her husband, Nicholas, and four children. She actively serves in her church, Living Faith Church of the Open Bible, and enjoys homeschooling, baking, and sharing the hope we have in Jesus Christ.