One day, a taxi dropped world-renowned cellist Yo-Yo Ma off at New York City’s Peninsula Hotel. But as the cab drove off, Yo-Yo realized he had left his cello in its backseat. It was worth 2.5 million dollars! The hotel staff jumped to action. As one reporter put it, they “put on their own virtuoso performance, contacting officials all over town in order to track down the missing instrument.” After the cello was returned unharmed, I suspect that Yo-Yo resolved never to forget it again.

The psalmist echoed a lamenting prayer, wondering if God had forgotten him. “How long . . .?” he asked (Psalm 13:1). In his words, we hear the ache of a long season of disappointment, accompanied by doubts that perhaps—this time—God will not act. His life is in turmoil, and God, it seems to him, is merely looking “the other way” (Psalm 13:1). He thinks, Perhaps this time God has finally and completely forgotten me.

A plain, poignant question resonates with many of us: “How long must I struggle?” (Psalm 13:2). How long will our finances be a constant battle? How long will our kids make poor choices? How long will our family be on the brink of ripping apart? How long will I be alone? How long will I struggle with this addiction? How long will I be afraid or sick or despairing? How long?

Are we completely and forever forgotten? It’s a terrifying question, and we’re right to wrestle with it. But then the psalmist’s gaze returned to God, a posture of hope and dependence (Psalm 13:3). And as he remembered Him (and God’s character and God’s past action), his heart was renewed. “I trust in Your unfailing love,” he said (Psalm 13:5).

God has not forgotten us. His love will not allow that.

NLT 365-day reading plan passage for today: Acts 2:1-13