What's Your Name?
A couple of months ago, J.D. King taught on healing in a way I had never heard. He talked about not waiting for some mystical feeling to let us know we've been healed, but to act and exercise our faith by moving the injured or affected part of our body. His sermon revolutionized the way I prayed and believed for healing.
Then last night Pastor Kathy preached on names—who do we say that we are, and who does God say we are. She named names that are spoken or claimed even from childhood: bozo, autistic, abused, broken, desperate for love. She proclaimed that His Name is higher than any name we can call ourselves.
I responded to the call for prayer; but before anyone came to pray for me, God began speaking. I was saying, “God, only You have the power to name me; I want Your name for me.” He stopped me short by reminding me that in the Garden of Eden, He gave Adam the power to name things (Genesis 2:19, 20). He told me, “It doesn’t matter what I name you if you name yourself something else.”
I was struck with grief and the need to repent. Over and over again God has spoken to me through His Word and through prayer times about what He calls me. Yet I have refused to accept it. Like healing, I had been waiting for some spectacular moment when I would “become” those things instead of acting on them.
So, beginning last night, I’m taking all of those names God has given me, and I’m proclaiming them boldly over my life. In faith, I declare that I am a child of God, I am provided for, I am healed and whole, I am a giver of life and hope. I am a demonstration of the power and glory of God. Who are you?
Then last night Pastor Kathy preached on names—who do we say that we are, and who does God say we are. She named names that are spoken or claimed even from childhood: bozo, autistic, abused, broken, desperate for love. She proclaimed that His Name is higher than any name we can call ourselves.
I responded to the call for prayer; but before anyone came to pray for me, God began speaking. I was saying, “God, only You have the power to name me; I want Your name for me.” He stopped me short by reminding me that in the Garden of Eden, He gave Adam the power to name things (Genesis 2:19, 20). He told me, “It doesn’t matter what I name you if you name yourself something else.”
I was struck with grief and the need to repent. Over and over again God has spoken to me through His Word and through prayer times about what He calls me. Yet I have refused to accept it. Like healing, I had been waiting for some spectacular moment when I would “become” those things instead of acting on them.
So, beginning last night, I’m taking all of those names God has given me, and I’m proclaiming them boldly over my life. In faith, I declare that I am a child of God, I am provided for, I am healed and whole, I am a giver of life and hope. I am a demonstration of the power and glory of God. Who are you?
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