Being forgotten is a fruit of the fall. It's a condition of a broken world that people can cease to be mindful of others who are made in the image of God. It's no wonder God's words to Moses are the words of someone who remembers -- who holds close -- the cry of his people. "I have seen... I have heard... I know... I have come to deliver..."
When the authors of scripture say God remembers someone they are not contrasting it to God's forgetfulness, but the world's. The book of Exodus chronicles God's remembrance of Israel alongside their pain of being forgotten by Egypt.
Evil has no regard for our wellbeing in the world. Yet God remembers. It was the Son of God's hands which were nailed to the cross because God refused to forget us -- even in our sin. It was his body that was bruised and broken so that we could be known.
The true and greater exodus is found in God's redemption of his people. The forgetfulness of the world may wound us deeply, but it cannot diminish, in the least, the vibrant life and work of Christ in our lives. In him we are remembered. In him we are restored. In him we are loved and known in a way that the forgetfulness of this world cannot take away.
Father, you know the numbers of hairs on our heads. Our names are etched in your hand. While we were yet sinners you gave your life for us. Thank you for not abandoning us -- for sacrificing so profoundly for us. May our lives be fundamentally reoriented by the love you have shown us. And cause us to remember those missionaries who toil selflessly among the nations, that all peoples may know the one true God who has not forgotten.