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Saturday Song – I Am Not Forgotten

I don’t mind admitting that I’ve had seasons of feeling like God has forgotten me. Not “forgotten” really, but like I was a “low-priority” for sure. He just had bigger fish to fry. Have you ever felt that way? Like the world continues to spin and although you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders and as if the hopes of your heart are unalterably tethered to the disappointments of earth?

You’re not alone. I’ve had a season like that recently – but that’s another story. Then yesterday, something happened. A small something. The kind of something that lifts no weights off my burdens. The kind of something that won’t change my life. But the kind of something which resulted in teary eyes for much of the day. Immediately, the words of this sing came to mind: “I Am Not Forgotten.”


I am not forgotten
I am not forgotten
I am not forgotten
God knows my name.
He knows my name.

Light over darkness
Strength over weakness
Joy over sadness
He knows my name

Father to the Fatherless
Friend to the friendless
Hope for the hopeless
He knows my name

I will praise You
I will praise You
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

I am not forgotten
Never forsaken

  • Carol Valenti

    Sean –

    I completely get this. For 2 of the last 3 years it seemed like I would get to a point where I could breathe and then WHAM! something else would happen. You know get a step ahead and go back two. I would get so low I would wonder what I did and why weren’t my prayers being answered. Then I saw patterns. When I needed money for my mortgage or food on my table and wasn’t sure where that was going to come from the Lord always provided. Believe me he hears us. But what I figured out was that because of my faith and love for Jesus Christ he is ALWAYS there. I started to see it as learning how to ride a bike for the first time. Your parent is there guiding the bike, helping you keep your balance but then they let go and you are on your own. But your parent is still there, watching with smiles of love and admiration but ready to pick us up and comfort us if we fall. Believing in yourself is believing in Him. There is no room for doubt.

    I have you and Rochelle to thank for helping me have a closer relationship with God. Remember, no matter how small the light is, it is always at the end of the tunnel.

    Love and miss you!



    • Thanks for sharing that, Carol. Miss seeing you.

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