This weekend was "Western" weekend at our church. We had the opportunity to wear our rodeo garb and experience social time at our ballpark fields. I knew alot of people in my bible study class would be wearing boots.
I have several pair of boots. What to wear, what to wear. I chose a pair of brown boots with a turquoise tip and white trim. I love them. I wore them with a skirt and sweater. I saw many pairs, colors, and styles of boots. The church was full of them.
I accented my attire with turquoise jewelry. I wore two bracelets one of which is a beaded bracelet connected with a cross. It is a rhinstone cross that connects the beads at the top of the cross and the bottom of the cross. It is neat.
As we left the church, I was carrying my bible and I draped it over my forearm, the same one where I was wearing the cross bracelet. Some friends stopped us and we spent several minutes talking to them before we headed out. When I got in our car, I placed my bible on the console and that's when I noticed it.
The weight of my bible had left the imprint of the cross on my forearm. I showed my husband and told him-that's the truth of it. We are His and He has claimed us as his own. We may be or have been in a relationship where someone claimed we were "thiers" never to be forsaken or forgotten and found that their words failed us.
Today, I was once again reminded that I am His...he has engraved my name on the palms of his hands. The imprint of that cross on my arm was just a reminder.
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! I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.
Isaiah 49:15-16
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