Named

To belong... to have a Name.

I have searched for this, hoped for this – this sense of belonging, this name.

I have looked into the eyes of those I thought would name me right.

I have pleaded with those eyes to give me a home.

So they spoke.

I hear the name and cringe.

My hopes for belonging led me to believe the very name I was given.

I now had a name, but I didn’t belong.

The name didn’t reflect my heart.

And my heart must be known to belong.

There are moments in life when Truth cuts deep, when one experiences the One who names.

When one feels the engulfment of His love and are Known.

When past names are blotted out in the midst of His overwhelming understanding of the depths of our hearts, and where they’ve been.

Where have they been? What were their names?

He knows. 

And there is such grace.

We enjoy the act of naming. Makes us feel like gods.

As though we Know hearts, as though we formed them.

But we are forming them.

If we name wrong, we crucify hearts. 

We crucified His.

I have been wrongly named, and I wrongly name.

I don’t take time to look and see the Beauty - to find The Name, not name.

For we have already been named.

Choose to search for Names – to invite belonging.

For I have found His eyes in the eyes of those who find mine.

He speaks my Name.

And I am Home.