Lordy. Can I admit something? I just spent over an hour on a post that I feel very strongly about, but have totally chickened out and now I can’t bring myself to publish it. It’s one of those posts that may step on a few toes and well, I’m not completely convinced that it’s not borne completely out of my own frustrations and passions and not necessarily something God would have me write about just yet. I think I’m going to chew on that one a little longer.
So, moving on. Next topic.
I started reading a new book called Your Secret Name by Kary Oberbrunner. I actually ran across it via HopefulLeigh, a bloggy friend’s site. She was doing a read along with the book and had written several posts on her thoughts. It caught my interest so I picked up a copy. I’ve actually had it for a few weeks now but hadn’t started reading it until a couple of days ago. I’m not quite halfway into it and already it is speaking right to my heart.
Just a quick overview ~ we all have names given to us at birth…mine is Jenny. Well, Jennifer but Jenny for short. Jenny is my Birth Name.
But then we all also have Given Names. These are the names that we’ve acquired throughout life, some positive and some negative, but all that seem to mark us or categorize us as “something.” I have lots of Given Names.
Fat. Invisible. Musician. Inadequate. Encourager. Depressed. Afraid. Creative. Stubborn. Lazy. Withdrawn. Teacher. Tolerated. High-strung. Dramatic. Demanding. Writer.
I could go on, but I think you get the idea. And it’s the Given Names that get us jammed up…mostly because they are just what they are called ~ given. They are names that we have been given by someone else and many are lies given by the enemy that we buy into. It’s like we have this big stick-on “Hello my name is…” tag and are constantly adding new names under the older ones. It’s the reason an anorexic, who at some point in her life was made to believe she was overweight and although she’s 5’7″ and 90 lbs, still answers to the name “Fat.” It’s the reason that a woman who even after having her boobs done, her face lifted, her knees un-sagged, her tummy tucked and her thighs lipo-ed still looks in the mirror and answers to the names “Ugly” and “Inadequate.” It’s the reason that a man, who hates his job and the fact that he spends so much time away from home, can’t let it go because he thinks it’s the only way to live into the name “Successful.”
I’ll bet you’re listing off your Given Names in your head.
But then, there’s our Secret Name. The name bestowed to us by the One who made us. And that name washes away all the other ones. That name, spoken in love and with grace and mercy, calls out our true identity. We never have to answer to any of those given names ever again.
Can’t wait to read more…
Oh and hey, have I told you lately how important you are to God? I mean like He never ever for even one second takes His eyes off you. Like there’s not a single moment of your life that He’s missed. He loves you so so much, precious one. Seriously. Like way a lot.