“…I will not forget you. See, I have tattooed your name upon my palm…” Isa. 49:16 (Living Bible)
I grew up in a family of four girls. My mother would invariably call us by one to three incorrect sisters’ names before she hit the right one.
After a diagnosis of Alzheimer’s, we watched her memory slip away a little at a time. I often hear people lament that when someone suffers from this horrible disease, they no longer remember the names of loved ones. That symptom never troubled us. Perhaps it’s because she had always gotten our names confused. Or, because we always had the feeling she was aware of the fact that she was with someone she knew—someone who loved her. The name really did not matter.
One day, when she was long past remembering names, I was praying with her. She usually listened and said nothing. This day, she spoke up and began to ask God to bless everyone in her family.
“You know I love you Lord. I’ve always loved you,” she said aloud with hands raised towards heaven. She called out the names of her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews. I listened in awe. I knew this was a ‘God Happening.”
I believe my mother was blessing her family in a way that patriarchs in the Old Testament blessed their families when death approached.
This was an incredible testimony to us. It assured us of her place in the family of God.
She never had a moment of such clarity again.
Prayer: Father, help me to remember that the most important thing about my name is that you have written it on your palm and in the lamb’s book of life.
© 2009 Christy Struben