Wow - what a great thought...I think that's why Mary sat at Jesus feet - to hear Him say her name... Martha was too busy... I pray I don't become 'Martha' this Christmas..
Thank you for reminding me...

This is a nice story

Very meaningful story

That was a great reminder.I sometimes feel misunderstood by others and it leaves me feeling lonely. But I know God understands me even when others don't. It's comforting to know He's always there for me even when I don't request it.

Wonderful article brings new significance to my name and relevance to our Creator.

I received this on my birthday.as I am 73 I was blessed to be reminded that He knew me so very long ago and has never left me tho there have been times when I have moved away from Him.What a creator and friend we have! one who is so very close- just a breath away, and I am kept in the hollow of His hand

Thank you for this post. My father went to be with the Lord nearly two months ago. I would give almost anything to hear his voice again, especially as Christmas Eve approaches. He loved the hustle and bustle of Christmas Eve and loved giving his children and grandchildren gifts. My daughter will never experience Christmas Eve with her Granddaddy and it makes me sad. Thankfully, I can still remember his voice, but unfortunately, the memory is fading fast.

It is comforting to know that God knows my name, and speaks to me with a more precious voice than even my dad's.

Our past hurts always seem to stand in the way of our knowing that God could love us so. I grew up without my earthly father. He abandonded my sister and I when we were very young. A young lady needs that love and affection from her earthly father as she grows and now that I am an adult, It is hard for me to believe or fathom that God could love me so because I never received that kind of love from my earthly father. Thanks for the reminder. It brought tears tomy eyes.

many times i am amazed of the power of God's love in mylife and in the world, sometimes like the bible says the whole creation seem to signify God the creater and I am hope to do the same, to signify God with myself and life. I think more we focuse on that rather than on issues it brings God closer to our lives, many times I would sit quite and put my listening to hear God say I Love you and you are my beloved, and forever you will be mine.. and the tears start to fall again on my face.. it is beyond comprehension but beautiful....then I get to livethat out in my own way,hopefully pleasing to God.

I lost my Dad in September, and I miss him despite the fact that he was physically and mentally abusive and very harsh to my Mother and siblings, even withdrawing us from school and church if we misbehaved. He threw me out of the house at age 16, and refused to come to my wedding, only speaking to me to tell me that he heard my husband had divorced me. After not speaking to him for 16 years, I forgave him and tried to develop a relationship with him. He had a few strokes and I would call him often to tell him how much I loved him.

I therefore had great difficulty in understanding how much God loves me, although the Holy Spirit woke me at 3 a.m, to tell me that God has loved me with an everlasting love. When I consider that He loved me enough to allow His son, My Lord and Saviour to be crucified, so that I can have eternal life, it brings me to tears, as no greater love have I ever experienced.

I find developing relationships difficult, but I know my God said he would never leave me nor forsake me.

Tomorrow morning, I plan to spend some quiet time with Him, thanking Him for everything. I decided to spend the day by myself, despite several invitations, and just reflect on, pray to and worship, the Name Above All Names, The Lamb of God-Jesus Christ, the reason for the season.

It was a wonderful article to remind me of the people whom we love and miss .we take everything in life for granted .........especially the love of the GREAT CREATOR.OUR LORD.....i think that i should be more aware of his love towards us.

How I loved this 'holy hush' from your pen.....it ministered to me on this day after Christmas, swaddling me in the knowledge of my Lord's perfect love for me. God bless the talent He has given you to share with we readers. Thank you so and.........Merry Christmas!
Barbra.

What a blessing to be able to turn on the computer and to be ministered to! Thank you so much for reminding me of how significant I am to God. With the hustle and bustle of everday life, not to mention the current holiday season, if is not always easy to remember whose I am, that I am God's child and all that I do is because He allows it.

May you continue to allow God to use you to refresh His people and to bring them closer to Him.

I particularly needed some comfort today when I read this. Although just in my early 50's, I endured alot of physical suffering lately as well as great emotional upheaval from both parents passing as well as my best friend to breast cancer recently. The grief overwhelms me often to the point I can only hang my head and sob until it stops, delaying anything planned for or not. I look forward to seeing my loved ones again, face to face where all is perfect and at peace. God alone can mend the broken heart and He used this writing to place a little kiss on the boo-boo on my heart.

My mom died just under 3 weeks ago and my heart is still hurting. I miss talking on the phone to her and hearing her voice. I still expect the phone to ring and it be her, or want to call and tell her this or that- just little things. Before my dad died 16 1/2 yrs ago we were able to record him reading the Christmas story. We were not able to do something similar with mom. My 'little' brother died this past summer, and my other brother almost 10 yrs ago. It is my sister and I and the families God has blessed us with. My husband and I are in our first holiday as empty nesters so it is a bit tough. I am glad God has taken my mom to eternal healing but it doesn't lessen the pain of not hearing her speak my name or hear her laugh. I am so thankful that God is my forever Father in whom I can take refuge.

I read this as apart of an email for payable markets, But this story touched me because it made me remember my dad. Every time he called me on the phone he would say"Hello Debra its your dad," as if i had more then one, But to this day I can still hear his voice and will forever remember with a smile. I didnt get to know his as well as I had liked, since my parents were divorced, I was just getting to know him when he died.

So many times I hear my name said with anger, disbelief, frustration or a whole host of other seemingly negative inflections. I am the Prodigal who's slowly but surely trying to reconnect with her Father and this article...it just moves me so much. God says my name with love and even if I can't hear it now, I can feel it and hold that truth in my heart. Even when I was at my worst, He held onto me in his arms, kept me safe and called out to me by name. Little ME!!

This was awesome. I don't always read the complete stories but his one really struck me and captured my attention. I will hold these words in my heart. Whenever I feel lonely or lost I will remember that God knows my name and is always calling me by name. I am always on His mine.

very inspiring story, espescially at the beginning of this new year.

Your story brings back many memories of my father and me. For reasons too many to list in this post,as a child and teenager, I often wondered if he loved me; he was never mean, just distant. However, as I grew older the distance between us lessened and lessened. In 2000, he was diagonosed with heart problems and cancer. On one of those occassions when it looked like he was not going to make it, I came home as soon as possible. He did not die at that time, but what I remember most was giving him in medication. He had to have it every four hours and I made sure he had it that way, setting the alarm clock, so that I would not miss his night and early morning times. The look of love he gave me every time I gave him his medication will always remain in my mind's eye. To this day, the thoughts of those moments make me feel so loved. Less than a year later he died very quickly and quietly. My daughter was working for United Airlines at the time and made arrangements for me to get a plane that very morning. However, before I could leave my home for the plane, he died. On another note, years before my father passed, out of the clear blue, I blurted the words, "God knows my name!" As a matter a fact, I think I heard Him say, "I know your name..." That wasn't the first time He made His presense known to me. I think I have been a true labor of love for Him since birth (as we all are). At my worse times, I physically felt myself become small and wrapped in His robes, watching the world from a hazzy, yet clear way. When I was strong enough, I was unwrapped, grew in size and walked along side Him. I know that God has not forgotten me; He has proved that over and over again. I could go on and on with this, but there is not enough space nor enough words. My cup, truly, runneth over.

When my mom was dying in the ICU, she was pretty drugged up with pain killers. She kept calling me "Veronica," as she thought I was one of her nurses. As I left her room that evening, I said, "I love you so much." She didn't respond because she couldn't understand why the nurse Veronica would say she loved her.

That still makes me so sad, because it was the last time I ever saw her. We were always so close, and she said my name all the time...yet on her last breaths, she thought I was someone else.

I'm thankful for my Father in Heaven, who will never forget my name, never get mixed up, never be delusional from the side effects of pain killers. I pray that the same can be said of me...that I will always know Him when He calls...never mistake Him for another.

Beautiful post. It ministered to me greatly.

I cried when i read the article. I remember my son who died 5 months ago whom i called Adrian despite his short nickname Ian. It was like a codename that when he read it, heard it, it must have come from me. That reminds me, my parents call me just rhoda, as the rest. But now I know, it's one beautiful name to them, representing someone very special. Yes, let's pay attention to names and be grateful we have one.

This has blessed me abundantly!!!!!!!!!thankz Ginger