growing up it was always the two of us. kurt and kristi side by side in adventure and in alphabet.
but looking eagerly through names, his was most found. mine—-always another version of.
so gifts handmade with name spelled out i hold dear.
printed with who i am and my worth to maker.
heavens, raise the roof! earth, wake the dead!
mountains, send up cheers!
god has comforted his people.
he has tenderly nursed his beaten-up, beaten-down people.
but zion said, “i don’t get it. god has left me.
my master has forgotten i even exist.”
“can a mother forget the infant at her breast,
walk away from the baby she bore?
but even if mothers forget,
i’d never forget you—never.
look, i’ve written your names on the backs of my hands.
isaiah 49:13-16 (The Message)