Lord, I am so grateful to be one of Your chosen people, part of a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to You, God, that I may declare the praises of You who called me out of darkness into Your wonderful light (1 Pet. 2:9).
You pose the question in Your Word, “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?” You assure me that though she may forget, You will absolutely never forget me! You have engraved me on the palms of Your hands (Isa. 49:15-16).
For the sake of Your great name, You will not reject Your people. You have been pleased to make me Your own (1 Sam. 12:22).