My husband, who is dealing with huge issues in his own life, has not called me by my name for almost 2 years. Not even a nick name or pet name. When I ask him why, he gives me his usual answer, "I don't know." I believe him, but it still hurts. I long to hear my name on his lips, tenderly, sweetly. I know it will happen someday.
Last year I participated in a book study, "To Be Told" by Dan Allender. The point of the book is to examine how God is the co-author of your life story, write down some of your stories, and maybe discover God's plan for your life.
One of the chapters asked if I knew the name God will call me when he greets me in heaven. I was writing a story about not hearing my name for so long, how I felt so unloved because of living separated from my husband, when I heard the voice of God say, "You are my Beloved." I haven't told a single soul. It's so personal, so special. To tell somebody else would diminish that.
Now I know that, even when I am feeling unloved & as low as a person can be, I am God's Beloved.
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