As a little girl, I hated my name. I'm not sure I ever told anyone that. But I just hated being called "Sweet Sarah", or "Sarah Bearah" or "Princess" or "Sarah Eve", etc. But now...I would give anything to be called those special names again. Papa told me He loves calling me special names. :) Sweet Sarah. I've been running from that my whole life; trying to be everything but sweet, and now it's time for me to embrace who I was created to be. It's good.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
His Name For Us
I was reading Supernatural Ways of Royalty this past week or two, and the thing that impacted me the most was when Kris was talking about our name, and how names really effect how we view things. Then today in class, I was talking with Laura (my revival group Pastor) and she led me to my secret place with Papa. I saw myself as a little girl again, and Papa put a white dress on me and twirled me around the room. He told me that He named me Sarah for a reason. There's a reason I was the first born daughter, and He gave me my name. Sarah Eve. I really am a princess, and I'm not afraid of it anymore. It makes me so happy to think that I am Papa's princess, and I can carry myself as royalty. It's comforting.
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I just found your blog today and couldn't stop reading. I'm glad 'cause this one hit home. Whenever I ask God to show me how he sees me, many times he shows me a little girl version of myself in a white dress spinning around a room. That little movie of us has been an anchor for me in times of uncertainty. Last year was my hardest and God knew I needed something to fall back onto so he gave me a song about it. I'd love to send it to you since you can really relate to it. If you want, send me an email at monchon1@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you could connect with my blog! :) Keep coming back and reading. I usually post often.
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