Thursday, October 29, 2009

His Name

My mama ears instinctively perked up at the sound of his name. "Drew?" she called out. He answered and followed the instructions. It was my son -- responding to the name that his father and I chose for him. His teacher was merely asking if he'd turn out the classroom lights. It was by no means a monumental request, but my heart skipped a beat, nonetheless. For it was his name.

The power of a name spoken aloud amazes me. I still get a girlish butterfly thrill when Jamie calls my name across a crowded room. I inch a little closer to join a conversation when I hear that friends are using the names of those I love. I feel loved and treasured when my dad calls from California with his familiar, "Hello, Julianna," as he warmly draws out the name that he and my mom created for me.

I am also aware of how precious my name is to my heavenly Father. Isaiah 49: 16 still astonishes me as it takes this familiarity a step further. I am so precious to Him, that I have been engraved on the palms of His hands. There I am held, there I am permanent, there I am protected.

I have mulled over this revelation from time to time, marveling at its vastness, knowing that I will never on earth fully grasp its import or be able to appropriately respond to its depth. But when I heard my son's name called the other day, my mind suddenly visited a question that I believe carries an even greater significance.

How does Jesus respond when I call on His name? Does His heart thrill when I lift my voice in adoration, ignoring the chaos of a crowded room? Does He inch a little closer when He hears me join my friends in a conversation about our blessed Savior? Does He feel loved and treasured when I call with my familiar, "Hello, Lord," as I warmly draw out the Name that He alone can claim?

The answer? A resounding yes. And how do I know this? Because He assures me again and again. The words of Zephaniah 3:17 are beyond incredible:

The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.

It's more than my human mind can fathom. Not only does the Lord save me, but He rejoices over me and He sings over me. So what happens when a girl calls on the powerful Name of her Savior? He absolutely loves it. And so will she.
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  1. This post gave me goosebumps. I love how you took such common every day life occurrences that I can totally relate to (hearing your husband call your name across a room, or how your heart swells at the sound of your precious son or daughter's name) and related it to our experience with Jesus. His name is sweet, and I often cherish moments of worship or wonderful uplifting conversations about him, but haven't often thought about what that's like for him.

  2. Amen! Thank you, Julianna for sharing and always pointing readers to Christ!! ~Elizabeth

  3. There is something so thrilling about being called by name, Julianna.:) Waves of joy wash over my soul when I think about hearing Jesus say my name face to face one day! Great post.

  4. This is such a great insight, Julianna. And how it delights me to remember back to the time when Dad and I chose a name for you. Yes, we all yearn to hear our names from the lips of those we love. And there is none who loves us more that Jesus, whose name is above all names.

  5. Oh, and I love the new look of your blog :D



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