I began asking the Lord his name for me October of 2003. My friends and were reading the book Waking the Dead by John Eldridge and he first introduced us to the idea that the Lord actually has a “name” for us; a name that bestows an identity and an authority.
So I prayed.
“Lord, when you look at me what do you see? When you call me by name in the heavenly realms, by what name do you call me?”
“Light.”
“Jesus, what is my name?”
“Light.”
“What?! Lord, that is a noun not a name!”
I wasn’t convinced. I continued to pray and ask daily for months. Each time I prayed the Lord told me one simple word, “Light.”
In December that year for Christmas my friend Erinne made me and our friends boxes. She called them “God boxes”. They were places where we could write our prayers and leave them in the box- “in God’s hands”. She said that she had been praying and asking God for a verse and a word for each of us. When I opened my box in it was written this verse:
“You are the Light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden
neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl.
They put it on a stand and it gives light to everyone in the house.
In the same way, let your light shine before men that they may see your good deeds
and PRAISE your Father in Heaven.”
Matthew 5:14-16
I had a minor freak out when I read the verse the Lord gave her for me.
“YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I HAVE BEEN PRAYING FOR FOR MONTHS!”
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Okay, Lord. I get it. Thank you for my name and my identity, your Light.
