I have known people who have changed their names as adults just because they felt the names given to them by their parents from childhood do not represent what they feel or know about themselves. What I think of this is really a story for another day.
This morning it just occurred to me, what if I let myself dream and imagine I am one of them. What name would I give myself? I did not have to think much, the name popped right out of my brain- Beloved. Yes, I would call myself Beloved.
Through all the changing scenes of my life, God’s love for me has been the one thing that has remained consistent and conspicuous. Now ,I know you are probably thinking, “we are all children of God. He loves us all unconditionally.” You’re absolutely right. God does love us all. But it feels different for me. This love that the Father showers on me is like nothing I can put into words. I am so deeply loved by God my father, not like any other.
From the time I was little, I have had experiences that I believe can only be orchestrated by God, moving all things to take care of an aspect in my life. When I was a toddler I was so sickly and malnourished living with my paternal grandmother in the village (May her soul rest in peace). The villagers often wondered, (probably loud enough for my poor Granny to hear) if I was really going to make it in life or at least make it alive. I know that these people’s words really took to her because she loved me to bits. She would not let them win. Rather than fight them and tustle out what was what, she devoted herself to prayer. Her prayer everyday was that I would grow up well, complete school and find a great man to marry. God surely heard her prayers. Grandma like Simeon in the bible lived long enough to witness them being fulfilled in my life.
I remember it so vividly like it happened yesterday, the night before my graduation, I woke up to a soft cry, almost as if someone was moaning, alarmed I called out “Grandma!”. She was sharing my room that night, I asked her why she was crying, and she answered, “My daughter I am not crying, I am just thanking God for answering my prayers for you all these years.” I had always known I was her favourite grandchild but I had not known that she was consistently praying for me, covering me and committing me to God. It’s no wonder that I journeyed through school so effortlessly and received so much favour by so many people that enabled me to finish strong.
I met a great man, we got married and my Grandma was there to witness that too. She was unwell by this time, but she could not miss this wedding for anything else in the world and she gifted my husband and I with a live chicken, which she presented personally. What a gift? What a blessing? What a love?
This is just a tip of the iceberg. There are so many people that God has placed in my life that have cleared the way for me, levelling mountains, straightening crooked paths, even pulling strings for me. Some were not even aware that they were working all things for my good but some, bless their souls did it with all their hearts and gave it their best. There are so many situations where I have literally seen the hand of God move, I could go ahead and mention more of them but then this would not be a blog anymore. It would be a book!
One thing is for sure, I am loved! I am favoured! I am blessed and I KNOW that my name is inscribed on the palm of his hand. I may not look like it to you but this Girl is a darling of God!