“Can a woman forget her nursing child…? Even if she could, I will not forget you. See, I have written your name on the palms of My hands.” – Isaiah 49:15–16 (NLT)
Dear Sister,
I know that ache.
The slow, silent feeling of being invisible.
Of doing everything you can to hold on… and still wondering if anyone would notice if you let go.
You show up for everyone.
But who shows up for you?
You’ve watched people walk away. You’ve waited on calls that never came. You’ve been left in rooms where you gave your all — and still weren’t enough for them to stay.
But, Sister… God hasn’t forgotten you.
Not when you were abandoned.
Not when you were stuck in survival mode.
Not when you cried yourself to sleep.
Not when you doubted if you mattered at all.
He saw every silent tear.
He heard every prayer you whispered when you couldn’t even lift your head.
He remembered your name when the world mispronounced your worth.
You are not forgotten.
You are written — in the very palms of His hands.
That means you are held even when you feel dropped.
You are seen even when life goes dark.
You are chosen even when people don’t choose you.
You don’t have to chase attention to be loved. You don’t have to earn God’s eyes — you already have His heart.
So today, if no one else says it:
I see you.
I haven’t forgotten you.
And neither has God.
He’s still writing your story. You are not lost.
You’re just in a chapter called Held in the Dark.
And the light is coming.
Love,
Another Sister in the Gap