I love springtime ... for many reasons of course. One of those reasons is the forget-me-not.
My front flower bed is always over run by them, lots of folks see them as weeds, but I love them. They are so delicate and beautiful - I let them be - and when they finally go to seed - I make sure to shake all the seeds on the bed - as I pull them up - to ensure more for the next year.
It never fails, whenever I see a forget me not I begin to sing the old hymn "Pass Me Not - O Gentle Savior... Do not pass me by." It is a beautiful song (I love Fernando Ortega's version). But even as I contemplate the words of that song - I am reminded that God never forgets us.
We were in the forefront of his mind - even before we were born.
Perhaps the forget me nots - are not there for us to ask God to Remember us - but are in fact God speaking to us . . . "I am here . . . I am waiting . . . whatever you need, I want you to turn to me . . . keep me as part of your moments, your days, your life."
Forget HIM Not