She asked the unknown person to identify themselves, and when they did, she apologized for forgetting their name.
I thought it was quite brave.
I’ve found myself in the same situation many times.
I have a terrible memory for names.
I can’t even claim “I never forget a face.”
It’s not my strength, and I admire those who have prodigious memories for names.
It’s a gift from the One who knows all of us by name!
In Isaiah 43:1, God said, “But now, O Jacob, listen to the Lord who created you. O Israel, the one who formed you says, ‘Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine.’”
Isn’t that amazing?
Of the billions of people who have lived, He knows our names.
This shouldn’t be surprising from the One who knit us together in our mother’s wombs (Psalm 139:13) and Who knows the numbers of hair on our heads (Luke 12:7).
But I still find it amazing and very humbling.
The Creator of the Universe looks down and recognizes me as Denise.
And He recognizes each of you.
When I pray, He knows my voice.
He knows every nuance, including details I’m not even aware of.
And just as He ransomed Jacob, He also ransomed us when He sent Jesus to die on the cross for our sins.
We are His.
But is He ours?
Yesterday at church, our pastor gave a great sermon on money management, and He asked two poignant questions:
- What has our hearts?
- And more importantly, Who has our hearts?
Are we as enamored by Him as He is with us?
He knows us by name, but how often do we call on His?
Dale Carnegie once said, “A person’s name is to him or her the sweetest and most important sound in any language.”
I can’t help but wonder if God feels the same.
I suspect He loves it when we use His name when we pray!
Our world abuses His name regularly so when we call out to Him in worship and praise, it must be extra sweet to Him.
Today, as you pray, thank Him for knowing your name.
Thank Him that He knows you inside out.
Ask Him to help you call on His name regularly, and with the respectful reverence it deserves.