I have one word: Engraved.
Merriam Webster defines engrave as to impress deeply as if with an engraver, to cut figures, letters or designs for printing. The definitions create an image of permanence. Initials on a tree, engraved inside a heart. An inscription lovingly engraved on a ring. Words, images that have left the mind and the pen and now are released, never to be taken back.
Isaiah 49:6 tells us, “See I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…”
When I first read this verse, I missed it. Then, I read it again and I still missed it. My life seems saturated with engravings. Every day I see tattoos engraved on a myriad of people. The gas station bathroom has numerous sayings engraved on the stall door that I never bother to read. Then I realized that the verse didn’t say, “See I have engraved you on the palm of ANOTHER PERSON.” It reads, “See I have engraved you on the palms of MY hands.” If I had something engraved on my hand, would I forget it? Would I forget the pain that etched it on the delicate skin of my palm? Would I forget the name, the image every time I glanced at my palm?
“See I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…” What does Jesus see when he glances at his palms? He sees a nail scarred palm that reminds him of how those scars came to be. His scars shout my name, my face. His scars shout your name, your face. The scars tell him, I did it for you. I have engraved you on the palm of my hands. I will never forget you.