May 13: You Are Not Forgotten

Abi-Gayle Watkins
Savannah SDA Church

Theme: God’s hands have shaped you

Scripture: Job 10:8-12 (NIV)

“Your hands shaped me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me?

Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?

Did you not pour me out like milk, curdle me like cheese,

clothe me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews?

You gave me life and showed me kindness, and in your providence, watched over my spirit.”

There are moments in life when silence feels deafening, prayers seem unheard, and the weight of loneliness threatens to crush your spirit. In those quiet valleys, it’s easy to wonder: Has God forgotten me?

There was a moment that I will never forget. I was sitting alone, surrounded by the stillness of a quiet night. The hum of my humidifier was the only sound in the room. I had prayed and waited, hoped and believed, but life seemed to be moving in the opposite direction. The doors I knocked on remained closed, my appeal letter was denied, and life as I knew it felt utterly confusing. I sat there asking the question that many of us have whispered in the dark: “God…have You forgotten me?”

That question doesn’t arise from a place of doubt; it often springs from a deep relationship. It comes from truly knowing God’s goodness, and wondering why you can’t feel or see it now. Job experienced this too. A man who had once been secure, blessed, and thriving found himself scraping his skin with broken pottery, grieving the loss of everything he held dear. And in his pain, he didn’t hide his heart. He cried out to the God who formed him. 

Think back for a minute. Recall all the moments when you didn’t know how you’d make it, but somehow you did. The nights you cried yourself to sleep, you still woke up with enough strength for the day. The unexpected opportunities that came your way, the small provision that arrived just in time, the people who stepped in out of nowhere. Was that a chance? Or was it the gentle hand of God still shaping your story? 

As I reflect on my season of unanswered questions, delayed dreams, and disrupted plans, I often feel like clay that has been set aside—unfinished, gathering dust, forgotten. But now I realize that even in the silence, the Potter is still working. He is shaping me, molding me, softening and strengthening me for something greater.

I had placed so much hope in an appeal that I believed would move my life forward. When it was denied, I thought it meant I’d been abandoned and lost. But now I see it differently. Maybe it wasn’t rejection at all—perhaps it was redirection towards something better. A few weeks ago, a door opened, and I had an interview. 

God does not shape and then abandon. He does not invest love into His creation just to discard it. That is not who He is.

 His hands do more than just form us; they carry us.

 His touch does more than just create us; it sustains us.

In challenging times, just like Job, we can remind ourselves of this truth:

“You gave me life and showed me kindness and watched over my spirit in your providence.”  

That kindness is still flowing. That providence is still active. 

Daughter of the King, let not your heart be troubled: God has not forgotten you-He is forming you. 

Daughter of the King, He makes all things beautiful in His time.

Daughter of the King, your name is written in the palm of His hands. 

Daughter of the King, you are deeply known and intimately loved by the Creator of the Universe. 

Daughter of the King, your story is not overlooked, and your tears are not wasted. 

Daughters of the King, Arise! Take courage. He forgets not His own. 

Prayer:

Dear Father, 

Amidst all the challenges we face, thank you for the gentle reminder that we are not forgotten. Teach us how to trust the process of Your shaping. Give us eyes to see Your hand at work even in the silence. Thank you for never letting go of what and who You shape. Help us to trust your capable hands, believing that in the end, we will come out as pure gold. In Your Name I pray, Amen