I sat in church. About ten rows back from stage left. Bible bag at my feet. A purple pen in my hand. A journal in my lap.
And God spoke.
His voice … unrelated to what going on around me. Not pertaining to my pastor’s message. The Lord spoke an unmistakable, inaudible Word – His voice made available to every believer. Attainable by every child of God.
The voice of the Lord.
As quickly as my spirit quickened, I wrote His words at the top of my journal. This is what He said…
“My Name is painfully underused in your life, Becky.”
I sat, staring at His quote, and settling into a sweet moment of conviction and revelation.
“My Name. Jesus.“
My life is an accumulation of milage, where I fumble through the minutes of my day. Murmuring powerless prayers under my breath. Driving life by the arm of my flesh. Prayerful, yes, but not praying in faith. Praying, but not praying victoriously. Praying, but not praying in power. Neglectful of the one word that brings our enemy to his knee.
Since this moment in the tenth row on a random Sunday … since God’s millisecond message to me of unsurmountable porportions, He has reminded me constantly to speak HIS NAME. During quiet times, during prayer, when I read the Word – I must not neglect the full advantage and the power He makes available to me. His wisdom that is mine for the taking. The peace that He died to give me. And this particular Sunday morning, He reminded me of the power I leave on the table when I don’t pick up those letters and use His name…
So here I sit. In my kitchen chair today. And I speak His Name.
I speak Jesus over the heart of my stubborn ten-year-old.
I speak Jesus over my ever-evolving schedule.
I speak Jesus over my marriage – tugged and pulled from every busy angle.
I speak Jesus over a dear friend’s marriage appearing to fall apart at the seams.
I speak Jesus over our to-the-penny-budget.
I speak Jesus over the school where my boys spend much of their day.
I speak Jesus over my friend’s body with Crohn’s.
I speak Jesus over the empty bikes in my spin class.
I speak Jesus over this blog and you on the receiving end of the screen.
I speak Jesus over my grandmother. Over my daddy. Over my in-laws.
I speak Jesus over a friend’s womb, where babies don’t stay for long.
I speak Jesus over a mom with cancer. And the children who watch her fight to live.
Jesus. Over and over. Jesus.
Sometimes when you don’t have the words to pray, it’s because there is only ONE needed.
I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. Ephesians 1:18-19
There is incomparable power available to us. Immeasurable. Surpassing. Excelling and incomparable power.
And much of that power rests solely in HIS NAME.
And be it I am a blubbering fool not to press hard into those five life-changing letters.
So let this be my confession to you, sweet reader.
A confession of my neglectfulness, but also a word of encouragement. That you may know what is the hope to which we have been called. That you would know today, the riches of his glorious inheritance for you and know the IMMEASURABLE greatness of HIS POWER toward you who believe.
There is power in the Name of Jesus.
Sing it in songs of praise. Lift it with a heart of thanksgiving. Cry it out from your pillow. Say it in a whisper. Speak it through the tears.
Jesus. There is no sweeter name.
Quiet Time Reflection:
This morning, sit and make a list of your prayer requests. And instead of being one of many words, be a person of few. Call out the name of Jesus over every bullet point and release the power available to us through His Name.
Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge His name. Hebrews 13:15
And now why do you wait? Rise and be baptized and wash away your sins, calling on His name. Acts 22:16
Whoever is of God hears the words of God. John 8:47