Have
you ever asked God what your name is?
Yes, I know you know your name, but not that one, not the name your mom gave you, but the name
your Heavenly Father calls you by. I had
a Bible study leader years ago who taught on this one time. She told us that we should take the time to
ask God what His name is for us...For
me. Well, I asked, and asked… and
asked. Months went by before I heard the
name. This word just popped into my
head, and I knew in an instant that this was my name. See how that works? I already knew my name because I recognized
it. I KNEW this was my name.
What happened after I realized what my name was surprised me. I was angry that I had to be the one who had
this name! Why me? Really? You are REALLY calling ME by that name? UGH! I
was angry and resistant to this name for years.
YEARS!
Strong.
Yes,
that’s my name (don’t wear it out – no really, PLEASE don’t wear it out!) Do you see now why I pitched such a fit? I knew what this meant. It meant that I was going to have to be
strong at some point in my life. That I
was going to have to endure something difficult, something that I didn’t want
to face, and sure enough, IT
happened! Sparing you all of the ugly
details, let’s just say that my world came crashing down, and it crashed, and
crashed, and crashed for over 7 years!
There were days that I just laughed every time I remembered my
name. There were days that I cried,
knowing that I would have to be strong for yet another day. There were days where I was so angry that it
was me who had to be strong that I shook my hands at God asking, “Why me?”
But
now that my season is changing, I am looking back and realizing that had I not
had the name that I have, been who God made me to be, I seriously might not
have made it through that season.
I
was still not thrilled about my name until recently. It was Super Bowl Sunday, and our pastor was
preaching on values. He said that in
God’s economy strength is found in surrender.
Wait, what? It was all I could do
to stay in my seat that day! (No offense Pastor Phil.) I wanted to run out of there so that I could
be alone and just think about this… strength found in surrender. I felt
the anger and the pressure of me feeling like I had to carry all of this alone
peel away. I literally started to feel
lighter as I realized that it was not my strength that got me through the hard
times. It was my surrender, my surrender
to Him. Okay, so I’m a slow learner, and
it took 7 years to begin to surrender, but hey, what can I say? I’m a stupid human!
My
name hasn’t changed, but my perspective has.
My name may be Strong, but it really isn’t MY strength. It takes strength to surrender to the one who
will carry me, the one whom I lean into when hard times come. It’s His strength that will carry me to the
other side – if I use my strength to surrender to Him.
Melane Sibley is a self-employed bookkeeper. She is a board member and the CFO of Church 4 Chicks. She is a mother of 7 (okay two are actually kids, and the rest are 4 cats and 1 dog). She has been married to her best friend Scott for 21 years, attends Tapestry Community Church, and is a huge UGA fan. Go Dawgs! A native Georgian, “Hey Y’all”, she loves fabric and quilting. You can connect with her at melane@msbookkeeper.net.
Thank you for your post Melane, I mean Strong. I have never thought about the name God has given me. Very meaniful point on Surrender
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