What’s YOUR Name?


I met myself last week. OK, it wasn’t actually me, but she sure could’ve passed as me. And it had nothing to do with looks, but had everything to do with identity. Stolen identity. And you might have the same problem as us.

She was our waitress and her words cut deep. They plunged through my skin and dove straight to the bone when she said, “I don’t think I’m worthy.” That’s all it took for me to forget my manners and my dinner, as I darted in after them. I gripped each word with all I had, and I ripped them right back out.

“Oh yes, you ARE!” I nearly spit in response. In about three minutes, we’d gone from exchanging niceties to sharing vulnerabilities. She shared her desire to serve God more and maybe sing in the choir at her church, but didn’t feel worthy or righteous enough.

Then she said I looked familiar, but couldn’t quite place me. If I’d forgotten her face, I sure knew the spill. I was looking at her, but I recognized me.

And it was the same case of stolen identity. I recently heard a phrase I thought I’d coined myself. It goes like this–we have a huge case of identity theft when Satan slithers in to steal our identity in Christ and remove our value to God.

The father of lies, as I shared in my last post, gets a foothold, makes a stronghold, and then takes a chokehold on our worth and our purpose. He slithers in and out, shedding his skin, and leaving behind a hollow carcass of who God made us to be.

Until–and oh, how I love this part–until we resolve to take back what’s ours, and realize we’ve been bought, purchased in full, redeemed by our Savior. So we can sit eye-to-eye with truth, and face-to-face with our worth. And then–stand tall, arm-in-arm and heart-to-heart as we live out our God-given gifts and our purpose.

I reminded her, “If you’re waiting to be righteous enough, you won’t be here–because you’ll already be there,” as I pointed up through the ceiling and beyond the stars.

And if we think we have to do something, be something, wait to be free of something, before we’re good enough to accept Christ and serve Him, we’re wrong. God takes us just as we are, right where we are.

Way before dessert and well after my sugar-filled smile spilled out pure salty grit, the lightbulb went off. She must’ve recognized the feisty voice. My waitress, brimming with newfound confidence, said, “I DO know you. I think we go to the same church. It’s been a while, my hair is different, but I’m pretty sure you’ve prayed for me before.”

I flashed a knowing grin, and I knew right then I was speaking to her, but still preaching to me.

And here I was thinking we were sitting there because of my sleepless kids and this cook-less wife. Turns out the God who fashions our form and determines our steps, also made our dinner reservations.

I walked away full, fulfilling my purpose, and writing it out in my head. And I guarantee she left singing a new song in her heart. I meant to get her name, but I didn’t, so I’ll just call her WORTHY.

God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. 2 Cor. 5:21

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Ephesians 2:10

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. Galatians 2:20

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4 thoughts on “What’s YOUR Name?

  1. Beautiful, Christie! We are all unworthy and yet God says we are ore than worth the price He paid. Each one… Worthy treasures in the kingdom of heaven… Pearls worthy of great price!

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