I remember the weight I felt in naming our Daughter, Sarai Louise.
Not because we found it hard to name her – it took Kieren and me literally a minute to choose – but there was an overwhelming sense that this would be whom she’d become.
Her name means “Princess Warrior” and to date, in the good, the bad, and the ugly – she lives up to her name.
I spent my life trying to change my name. I was known as, Becky or Bex to everyone around me, because I hated the name, Rebecca.
Yet, as I grew older, I realised the importance of true identity. Our name has meaning. It becomes us. We answer to it when someone calls us by name. We are introduced by it. It gives us a legal right…and so on.
Yet, there is one name that is above any other. His name means “Saviour.”
His name has power.
His name breaks every chain that holds us back in life.
His name makes every demon run.
His name gives us eternal life.
His name is, Jesus
Categories: Philippians
