Poem- What is Your name?

What is Your name?
Not the name of Your disease
not the name others have called You.

Your name that is
Special and star-like
Blessed and beautiful,
Your name
for You alone?

It might have been a long time
since You have heard it.
It might have been never.

The names others have given You
might not be true
might not fit
in the same way that
hand me down clothes
Don’t.

In the same way that
sometimes You have to
make Your own clothes
stitch
by
stitch
to have something
that fits
sometimes You have to
Discover
Uncover
Recover
Your name.

You might not be the name
You were given at birth.

You might not be
mother, brother,
day labor, CEO,
friend, failure
gambler, penny pincher
mentally ill, stable
ex con, confidante.

The names that stick to You
(or are stuck on You)
out of relationship
or habit
or job
or history
or health
might be a part of Your name
or Your name might be
Entirely apart
from them.

What is Your name
Your true name
deep inside Your heart
small and bright and solid
And beautiful?
Immovable
Unchanging
Eternal
like the stars
like the sea.

The vastness of forever is inside you.

Find Your name
And You find Yourself
again
or for
the first time.

Worth.

Where did our culture get this idea of not having worth? Is it a problem that pervades culture and nationality? Is it just part of being human?

I met a guy who recently had been in a car accident. The car got out of control and ended up in a lake. The car was destroyed yet he was unharmed. He kept telling me about the trajectory of the car. There was no way he should have survived.

He became choked up just thinking about it. He was surprised that God would have saved him. He didn’t feel special or important enough to save.

I think a lot of us feel that way. I think a lot of us feel that we aren’t special, or important, or valuable.

I am here to tell you that your existence on this planet is proof that you are valuable to God. The fact that you were born means you are special. The fact that you are still alive right now means that you are important. You are part of God’s plan.

Really.

It may not make sense to you. You may not know what your purpose is. That is OK. You don’t have to know.

I heard in a podcast I enjoy that every breath you take in, every beat of your heart is God saying that He loves you and wants you here.

Know that you are loved. Know that you are cherished.

The world goes out of its way to bring you down. Don’t join it.