It is a mercy that your creatures are well; the Lord hath restrained any harm that might have come to them. The enemy of souls would gladly use this small oversight to plunge you into despondency, magnifying a moment’s forgetfulness into a mountain of guilt, but we are not ignorant of his devices. You say there is so much going on in your life, and this is but one more burden upon an already pressed mind. It is little wonder that, with many cares, the memory sometimes fails; yet see in this a reminder that we are but dust, and that our best works are marred with imperfection. Cast this, with all the rest, upon the Lord who careth for you.
You are upset, and that reveals a tender heart, but let not your grief run into unbelief. Remember that thy safety depends not upon what thou art, but on what Christ is. If the Lord should mark our iniquities, even the smallest, who could stand? Yet there is forgiveness with Him, that He may be feared. The message of the gospel is not that we are saved by a perfect performance of our daily duties, even the care of those committed to us, but that Christ hath borne our transgressions and blotted them out for His own name’s sake. “I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins.” Let that divine word be the pillow upon which your weary head finds rest tonight.
There is much going on, you say. Then let there be much praying, much leaning upon the beloved. The Lord would have His people comforted; He saith, “Comfort ye, comfort ye my people.” As a mother comforteth her child, even so doth He, with a tenderness that passes understanding, look upon your distressed heart. He knows every care that frets you, every anxiety that gnaws at your peace. There is a storehouse of comfort at the cross of Christ, where every sharp sorrow finds its balm. Go there anew, and behold the Man of Sorrows, who bore our griefs and carried our sorrows. In His wounds is cure for every care.
Let not this trifle, for, seeing your pets are well, it is but a trifle in its effects, take from you the peace that floweth like a river. That peace comes not by fretting over failures, but by believing on Him who justifieth the ungodly. Live by faith, not by sight, and certainly not by the momentary lapses of a tired mind. The just shall live by faith; and as faith looks to Jesus, the heart finds a settled calm, knowing that He who spared not His own Son for us will with Him freely give us all things, including the grace to bear a forgetful hour without despair. Let this little incident drive you, not into despondency, but to the throne of grace, that you may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. He giveth more grace; and His strength is made perfect in our weakness. Now lift up your head, and go in peace.