The feeling that you have been forgotten is devastating. I can distinctly remember a time when I was in the first grade when my identity became that of the forgotten. The final bell of the day rang and I went outside to wait for my mom under the big tree out in front of the school. Cars with moms (and the occasional dad) stopped by to pick up their children while I continued to wait patiently for my own mom. One by one every single one of my classmates got picked up, and I was left alone sitting on a bench under the big tree. It felt as if all of eternity had slowly snuck by as I sat there waiting. Talk about feeling forgotten! There I was, seven years old, and obviously no one loved me, not even enough to pick me up from school.
Psalm 88 depicts a man who feels as if God has turned His back on him. He feels as if he has been rejected by God despite constant attempts to cry out to Him. He feels isolated and alone. He feels forgotten.
There are times in our lives where we will feel just as the psalmist of Psalm 88 felt; isolated, alone, and uncared for. We will come to times when we cannot feel the presence of God as we once did. That day under the big tree was one of those times for me. Even as a seven year old boy I was able to feel the weight that isolation and rejection can bring. So what do we do? How do we respond when we cannot figure out which way is up or why we feel the way we do?
In the opening verses of Psalm 88, the psalmist writes, “LORD, you are the God who saves me; day and night I cry out to you. May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry.” In the midst of his suffering, the psalmist still turns to God. Even though he felt alone, abandoned and forgotten by God, he still turns to God. He says “God I don’t know what is going on in my life or why I am feeling the way I do, but I am going to hold onto the truth and trust in the fact that You are my salvation!” He held onto the hope that even though God felt distant from him, that God could still save him; “LORD, you are the God who saves me.”
After a while, as I sat under the big tree, a school official came and took me to the front office. They called my mom and she quickly came to get me. As it turns out, our neighbor was supposed to pick me up from school that day. In the midst of my deep despair, the truth came out. Though I had been forgotten by someone, it had not been by my mom, and right then the person I thought had forgotten me, was the very person who pulled me out of my darkness.
Let us hold onto the fact that even in the depths of our darkness, God is still our salvation, and He has not forgotten us.
Scott E. McGhee