August 13, 2012 by Stacy McDonald
“You shall no longer be termed Forsaken, nor shall your land any more be termed Desolate; but you shall be called Hephzibah, and your land Beulah; For the Lord delights in you….” (Isaiah 62:4)
So, why do so many of us try to live in the land of the forsaken when we have been invited to the land of the cherished? (Eph. 5:29-30) Why do we close our healed eyes to what He has changed and walk in the torment and fears of the lost? Why do we hide in the false comfort of familiar pain, cowering alone deep in our souls, when we have been called to be a city on a hill? (Matt 5:14) Sometimes pain is comfortable—it’s what we know.
If I can forget, maybe they can too. If I can hide myself, I can’t be rejected. If I can blind myself to who I really am, maybe I will go away—at least that part of me—the cowering girl who no one wants.
“When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me.” (Psalm 27:10)
But I won’t go away. Closing my eyes to my wretchedness will not hide my wicked heart, or my twisted worthlessness—even from myself.
Rejection was my foe. He stood over me with a gleaming dagger, mocking me, imminent victory gleaming in his eyes. My heart pounded. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the fate I knew I deserved. “I wouldn’t want me either,” I thought.
Yet, suddenly, with each beat of my heart, the footsteps of my Beloved pounded in my head. Could it be?
A voice charged with passion and authority thundered through the air, “She is Mine.” It is all He said.
From where I lay, I could see the nail marks in His feet.
I looked up and realized my foe was gone. All that remained of him was the dagger in my own hand.
“But now that you have come to know God, or rather to be known by God, how can you turn back again to the weak and worthless elementary principles of the world, whose slaves you want to be once more?” (Galatians 4:9)
The words burned through my mind with a healing heat, searing their meaning into my soul: “She is Mine.”
Safe—wanted—loved—cherished.“I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.” (Song of Solomon 7:10)
Lord, help me to see myself the way You see me—to know and remember that You have orchestrated my steps. You have walked in and experienced my pain. You have loved me in my ugliness, and washed me clean. Remind me that regardless of who lets me down, You never will. Regardless of who may forget me, You will never forget.
“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.” (Isaiah 49:15-16)
Lord, You have my name engraved on the palm of Your hands; engrave that truth on my mind and heart.
“For the Lord has called you like a woman forsaken and grieved in spirit, like a youthful wife when you were refused,” Says your God.” (Isaiah 54:6)
Let my spirit be consumed with the fact that You will never leave me nor forsake me (Deuteronomy 31:6). “In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?” (Psalm 56:11)
Help me to walk in victory over that treacherous foe You have already defeated; help me to recall and use the testimony of Your mercy and grace in my life to overcome the lies of this world (Revelation 12:11).