The ring

I found a small gold ring my dad used to wear. He had given it to my mom many years ago and engraved "Ann" on one side and "Love Nev" on the other. When she passed away he had the band enlarged so he could wear it as a constant reminder of her. While they both have passed away, the endless incorruptible gold endures as a reminder of their lives and love. Time eventually takes us all away, and soon even the most loved are forgotten in the mists of time. Yet we have a Father who never forgets. "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! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me." (Isaiah 49:15-16). And just like my dad did for my mom, God does for us. He has engraved us on the palms of his hands. We are worn like a ring that never fades. Our names written in love. And with God, never forgotten means being brought back to life forever. What a promise of love that is. (Craig B). Open Bible – bit.ly/Isa49v15-16