I have an affinity for names.
I name every expensive thing I own. I’m not sure why I started doing it, but I like to think it makes things more personal. It makes them more mine.
My first car was named Elijah, but everyone called him Eli. Yes, everyone. All my friends knew Eli, and they called him by name. I named my red ipod Iago after the bird in Aladdin. My bicycle became Henry when I realized I could go on a stroll through the park with Henry. My guitar is Jude. He is a sad soul, with a deep, yet caring voice. And my macbook? Mackenzie.
We’ve been through a lot together.
Eli has been with me through friendships that have come and gone. He was with me through times of tow trucks and mechanics, and times of loud out-of-tune singing and car dance parties. Henry and I ride to work together every day. He is my companion. Mackenzie and I have gone through a scary time apart and a beautiful reunion after he was stolen and found.
Everything has a name, and I know them by these names. When I think about their names, I am reminded of fond memories, and why they are special to me. I think about their names and the “bond” I share with these inanimate objects because of time and life together.
It shouldn’t surprise you then that my heart flutters when I read, “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; You are Mine.” (Isaiah 43:1)
God called Israel to be his people. But I believe the same is true for me. God calls me by name. He knows my name, and I am his.
He has called me for a purpose — he calls me to himself. He calls me to be his daughter, his beloved, his beautiful bride, his creation, in his image.
God is calling you by name. You are loved beyond what our finite words can describe — unconditionally and forever. You have never been insignificant. He has always known your name. And he has always been calling your name. You are his.