What's in a name?
Winter term at Chemeketa got off to an interesting start today. I moved into a new house yesturday, I've been sick all weekend, and while I am mostly settled into my new home, I am rather fatigued. I have been praying for revival on campus, but I didn't think that it would happen through me. But I'm wondering if my prayers do more than I think they do.
I knew four people on campus today. Of the four, I only remembered one name. In my first class, Becca sat next to me. I didn't remember her name, only her face. But how amazing to be sitting next to someone from high school youth group after all these years.
I went over the sky bridge toward the library because I got a crazy idea to look up A.W. Tozer's Knowledge of the Holy before my next class. Before I got there, I saw Gabriel from church sitting there. We talked for a bit. When I left him, I saw a woman I used to tutor in math sitting in front of the library. She kept calling me Amber. When I looked up what the name "Amber" means tonight, I found it defined as a precious jewel and fierce.
My final class was computer programing. I am not a computer major, and I am only taking the class because it is required for one of the universities I am considering transfering to. The Harichristnian that I meant last year while he was handing out texts on his beliefs walked up and began a conversatin with me. He is in my programming class. He said I looked better, that when he meant me last year I had been looking for trouble. He guessed my name to be Beth. I thought it was crazy that he could tell the differance in me. Even stranger was the fact that he was in the same class as I at the same time. Devine comedy? I think so.
I looked up the meaning of "Beth." I was stunned by the depth and richness of the meaning. My God is bountiful, God of plenty, Oath of God, God is satisfaction, daughter of God, worshipper of God, and lively were the terms used to define the name. What do you do when you've been called out by a pagan? LOL! All I can do is stand in awe that the unrighteous know me because I am marked by God.
My God is bountiful. He has provided me with more than I could have ever imagined in a place to live, friends who love me, a boyfriend who fears the Lord and honors me as a woman, friend, and sister, a family that cares for me, and a place that I belong to in the body of Christ.
He is the God of plenty. When I look at my wardrobe, which was mostly given to me, I cannot believe the abundance I have. My bed is more than big enough and comfortable. I have a beautiful computer, wonderful books, more than enough in so many things. But what about standing with God? I am loved, highly favored, seated with Christ in heavenly places, and made righteous in His sight by the blood of the lamb. I belong. He has given me more than enough!
The oath of God is that I belong to Him. I am His bride. I am His posession. He watches over my life.
God is satisfaction. I am whole, satisfied, loved in Him. He is my God. I am not satisfied by owning things, by relationships, by food, or alcohol or any of those things. Education does not satisfy, nor travel, nor creating an amazing work of art or acheivement in any field. God alone satisfies my soul. In Him alone do I find all I am, all I need.
I am a daughter of God. He is my Daddy. He knows my name, and I can come into His chambers and jump on the bed and tickle Him and sit on His lap. I can cry on His shoulder and move His heart. And even though He doesn't give me everything I want, He always gives me all that I need. He loves me so much He won't allow me to destroy myself; He disciplines me. He is my Daddy!
I am a worshipper of God. I want to sit at His feet and love Him for all of my life. He is worthy of a life poured out in worship to Him. He is worthy of all I am, all I have. Worship is what I do when I am cooking meals, when I play my guitar, when I create beautiful works of art, when I clean. I can worship when I serve, or when I am in the closet so to speak. I belong to Him, and I worship with my life.
And yes, I am lively! He has made me alive by His blood, by what He did at the cross. How can I not love Him! He has taken my place, made me whole. He alone deserves all I have, my unashamed love.
So this is my identity, not the names themselves, but what they mean. I belong to God Almighty! And I am His treasure, and He is mine. Somehow, the mail got through, even though it came in a strange way.
I knew four people on campus today. Of the four, I only remembered one name. In my first class, Becca sat next to me. I didn't remember her name, only her face. But how amazing to be sitting next to someone from high school youth group after all these years.
I went over the sky bridge toward the library because I got a crazy idea to look up A.W. Tozer's Knowledge of the Holy before my next class. Before I got there, I saw Gabriel from church sitting there. We talked for a bit. When I left him, I saw a woman I used to tutor in math sitting in front of the library. She kept calling me Amber. When I looked up what the name "Amber" means tonight, I found it defined as a precious jewel and fierce.
My final class was computer programing. I am not a computer major, and I am only taking the class because it is required for one of the universities I am considering transfering to. The Harichristnian that I meant last year while he was handing out texts on his beliefs walked up and began a conversatin with me. He is in my programming class. He said I looked better, that when he meant me last year I had been looking for trouble. He guessed my name to be Beth. I thought it was crazy that he could tell the differance in me. Even stranger was the fact that he was in the same class as I at the same time. Devine comedy? I think so.
I looked up the meaning of "Beth." I was stunned by the depth and richness of the meaning. My God is bountiful, God of plenty, Oath of God, God is satisfaction, daughter of God, worshipper of God, and lively were the terms used to define the name. What do you do when you've been called out by a pagan? LOL! All I can do is stand in awe that the unrighteous know me because I am marked by God.
My God is bountiful. He has provided me with more than I could have ever imagined in a place to live, friends who love me, a boyfriend who fears the Lord and honors me as a woman, friend, and sister, a family that cares for me, and a place that I belong to in the body of Christ.
He is the God of plenty. When I look at my wardrobe, which was mostly given to me, I cannot believe the abundance I have. My bed is more than big enough and comfortable. I have a beautiful computer, wonderful books, more than enough in so many things. But what about standing with God? I am loved, highly favored, seated with Christ in heavenly places, and made righteous in His sight by the blood of the lamb. I belong. He has given me more than enough!
The oath of God is that I belong to Him. I am His bride. I am His posession. He watches over my life.
God is satisfaction. I am whole, satisfied, loved in Him. He is my God. I am not satisfied by owning things, by relationships, by food, or alcohol or any of those things. Education does not satisfy, nor travel, nor creating an amazing work of art or acheivement in any field. God alone satisfies my soul. In Him alone do I find all I am, all I need.
I am a daughter of God. He is my Daddy. He knows my name, and I can come into His chambers and jump on the bed and tickle Him and sit on His lap. I can cry on His shoulder and move His heart. And even though He doesn't give me everything I want, He always gives me all that I need. He loves me so much He won't allow me to destroy myself; He disciplines me. He is my Daddy!
I am a worshipper of God. I want to sit at His feet and love Him for all of my life. He is worthy of a life poured out in worship to Him. He is worthy of all I am, all I have. Worship is what I do when I am cooking meals, when I play my guitar, when I create beautiful works of art, when I clean. I can worship when I serve, or when I am in the closet so to speak. I belong to Him, and I worship with my life.
And yes, I am lively! He has made me alive by His blood, by what He did at the cross. How can I not love Him! He has taken my place, made me whole. He alone deserves all I have, my unashamed love.
So this is my identity, not the names themselves, but what they mean. I belong to God Almighty! And I am His treasure, and He is mine. Somehow, the mail got through, even though it came in a strange way.
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