If a mother saves the letters her children sent to her, each bundle wrapped with a ribbon and stowed in a box under her bed for them to find some day and realize how precious their words were to her, how much more does God remember each prayer He inhales and work its answer into His will?

If a mother slips notes throughout her cupboards and drawers for her children to read and smile together as they divide her possessions, how much more does God display in every moment, why He created people in His image, and placed them in a world of His making to lavish them with His love and lead them with His Word?

If a mother reflects the forgiveness of her Father, giving to those who others tend to forget, so that even when she closes her eyes and moves to heaven, and her children bury her tent among the graves of her ancestors, yet the memory of her graceful ways still warms them, how much more does God, the Ancient of Days, accomplish salvation through His sacrifice and securely cover His children with righteousness throughout eternity?

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... (Isaiah 49:15-16)