Just before Christmas I was able to squeeze in a local Christmas lights sight seeing with our youngest children. Unfortunately we spent almost an hour in traffic before seeing any displays.
We sat there as patiently as we could, my husband playing games on his phone to distract himself and the girls chatting in the backseat. A little voice came from behind me…
“I wish I could name a cloud,” Monica Jr. declared.
She was probably remembering when I shared that Peter had payed for a star to be named after me when we were dating. It was a cute idea; naming a cloud.
“Well… that’s a neat idea honey, but clouds don’t last so it would be silly to name them. They’re just vapor in the sky that floats away.”
The words I spoke were oddly familiar:
Yes, even the exaltation of having a star named after me would not last. That distant ball of fire and the records naming it for me would all one day be vapor just as my earthly life and name.
Along with even the beautiful flowers of this world, I will fade.
But I have a new name.
God named me.
I have new life.
That name is as eternal as the life I have found in Him.
He named me because He has given me permanence in His kingdom; a right to reign alongside His Son, even.
What an honor!
I don’t know that I ever grasped the significance of being named by God so deeply as I did the day my toddler decided she would like to name a cloud.
I don’t know that I have ever been so grateful that my Father has chosen to call me His and give me a new name.
I pray that you take seriously the implications of such a simple, yet permanent gesture. We may not know our new names yet, but we can be sure that they are everlasting just as we are everlasting in Christ Jesus.
May you walk in that new name; in truth and in confidence of your Father this year.
*If you would like to but have yet to accept Christ as your Savior, I would be honored to walk with you through this step! Feel free to contact me here, and I’ll be in touch ASAP 😉