A few weeks back Robert and I were honored to attend the baptism of our niece, Cecilia. That Sunday, the church my brother and his family attends had a quest speaker. The speaker made a comment which has stuck with me and has really made me think. He said, “People like to know that others know their name.” He then proceeded to give an example where a group of little children got all excited because he knew their names.
At the time this statement didn’t stick out to me. I knew the minister was ultimately talking about God knowing our name — which I know without a doubt He knows my name, so I didn’t put much weight into that statement until a little while later. Having someone know my name is important, I know many of my followers know who I am, my friends and my co-workers know who I am but is that all?
I have spent much of my life being shy, introverted and at times very recluse. Heck for the first _____ year of my life, help me here Stasi with the exact number, I didn’t speak for myself. I would have someone else talk for me. I wonder how much being this way has hurt and hindered me in my life and in my faith. How many people out there don’t know who I am because I stayed in the shadows and very rarely stepped out in the spotlight? Who really knows my name after all these years? Am I still known just as Bobby and Geraldine’s grand-daughter? Willie and Ella Mae’s grand-daughter? Wayne and Margaret Ann’s daughter? Roberts’ wife? Who out there really knows my name?
*Sorry if my post are deep here lately — I have been doing a lot of reflecting the past little bit to help me in my weight-loss journey.*
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