89: He Forgets Me Not

89: He Forgets Me Not

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miracles Happen

He Forgets Me Not

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Evangeline”

I felt discouraged. For the last two years my husband and I had tried to respond to a call to minister in Canada. Our visas had been declined and we questioned our call to Canada. We always sensed we were meant for something more, but felt frustrated our life lacked any physical evidence of this.

On the second attempt, our visas were approved and I finally prepared to leave my workplace. The months of dealing with the unknown had left me desperate for God to reach into my life in a tangible way. One spring evening, as our days in England were coming to an end, I stepped off the train on my way home from work. It was a beautiful day and I took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh spring air. As I crossed the bridge to meet my husband, something blue caught my eye. My eyes rested upon forget-me-not flowers growing by the side of the road. Doesn’t it say somewhere in the Bible that God will not forget us? From that point on I decided I would see these flowers as a reminder God hadn’t forgotten me.

I continued with the final weeks of my work. The last days of farewell lunches, heartfelt conversations, gifts and cards touched my heart deeply. It was a bittersweet time. On my last day at work a colleague called me over to her desk. She said she had a gift for me from her mother who wouldn’t be able to see me before I left. Her mother was a special person and I’d enjoyed our connection at work. It saddened me that I wouldn’t have the chance to say goodbye to her, but grateful she had thought of me. I took the gift from her daughter’s hands and decided to open it later when I was alone. With all the goodbyes and sense of loss from closing this chapter in my life, I needed time away to process. That was until my colleague said these words: “My mom asked me to tell you that it’s made with real forget-me-nots.”

I asked her to repeat herself because I couldn’t believe what I heard. As she repeated the message I felt like time had stopped. Those words travelled straight into that deep place within my soul that had been so desperate for God. No one knew what I had thought that day about the forget-me-nots, not even my husband. Only God knew. I thanked the girl and quickly returned to my desk, clasping the gift in my hand. I unwrapped it, revealing a dark blue box with “made with real flowers” embossed in silver on the lid. I slowly opened the box to reveal a small cross on a silver chain. As I lifted the necklace, I could see that inside the cross were real forget-me-not flowers.

I could have burst into tears. I had been so desperate for God’s encouragement, for Him to reach into my world and reassure me after so much uncertainty. I knew this was God telling me, “I have not forgotten you.” He knows just how to drop something into your life—a simple word someone says, a gift, a card, a sunrise, a forget-me-not—to reach into your heart and remind you that you are loved and He has not forgotten you.

~Zoe Ayrton

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