Dawn.

Websters Dictionary defines it as: the first appearance of light in the morning followed by sunrise. Beginning.

My middle name.

A name my mama chose to honor her sister, Dawn Carol. Auntie Dawn she prefers to be called.
Growing up, I hated my name (sorry mom). I could think of plenty of pretty, girl names that would better suit me.

I would write them in my scrawly cursive handwriting  and whenever I played pretend with my little girl friends,  I'd tell them to call me by the current name I coveted at the time.

I could never decide which I liked better. Renee, Monica, Justine... any movie stars that thought were pretty.   

I think we've  maybe all gone through this at one time or another.  Some go on to legally change their name and others (like me) grow to accept their name and begin to like it. 

Recently, I stumbled across a song on my Internet radio. The moment I heard it, I knew it was one of those winks from God.  I had really been struggling with this space at the time. Wondering where I fit in amongst the masses of bloggers and writers. Feeling like my words weren't much compared to some of the "big dogs" in the blogosphere. I knew I shouldn't allow myself to succumb to a good old fashioned pity party. So, I popped my ear buds in and this song streamed through into my ears. (Can I just say that I wish Internet radio stations allowed "repeats"?) The words grabbed hold of my heart and soul. Those "whoa is me" feelings started to leave and I had a sense of peace about where I fit in.

Just listening to the lyrics of this song makes me happy. "He calls me chosen, free forgiven, wanted, child of the King, His forever, held in treasure... I am loved"

Knowing that the Father is that wild about you should give you enough ammunition to fight against the thief of comparison.  Those moments when you feel less than, when you don't have it together like Mrs. Super Mom, when you are washing your hands in the ladies room, glance at the woman standing next to you and back at yourself. When you start to silently list your flaws. You use these words that HE calls YOU and you fight back!  If you're ever having a moment where you feel very small and you're a nobody, He calls you a somebody!  You have qualities that those other ladies (and gents) don't have. Qualities that maybe they wish they had!
You're His treasure! 




 He know's my name by Francesca Batistelli


God knows  our name whether we keep what we were given at birth or not. No matter what path we choose, he still loves us and wants a relationship with us.

When times get tough, we can lean on him and he will give us the strength we need to get through.

So, whether your name is Ashley, Sara, Kelly, Allison or Jo, whether you are CEO or window washer, He knows who you are and he delights in you!

           

                                                                  Be blessed!






3 Comments

  1. Krista,
    I had to take a second look and wonder why you disliked such a lovely name like Krista! I never cared for my own name since it sounds so harsh instead of a lovely, flowing, melodic name! But like you, I wonder if it's worth it to keep blogging or writing among so many, but no one has your name and no one has your story and to lose your voice would be a true loss. Don't give up! Visiting here today from Bonnie's link-up! :)

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  2. And His name for us is BELOVED! Blessings to you, Krista. From Sheila :) #BelovedBrews

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  3. I'm not sure my post went through the first time, so I'll try again... I actually love your name, Krista. :) I echo what Valerie says - that no one has your story and to lose your voice would be a true loss. I know I would truly miss your posts!

    It's hard though, isn't it? I'm struggling right now, too, with the comparison trap and with truly believing my identity in Christ. Thank you for this encouragement - "He calls me chosen, free forgiven, wanted, child of the King, His forever, held in treasure... I am loved"

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