In elementary school the girls used to fill pages in the notebooks with names, and the names they wrote didn’t exist. They were the name of their friends with the surname of their crush, or even theirs. There was this excitement at the prospect of changing their name. An excitement that was laughable by nearly every boy.
Ten years later Jesus saves me. Yet my name is still my name, even though the word of God says I am now part of the bride of Christ. How I wish I had the same excitement about this truth, as those innocent and young school girls had about a crush. That I would desire my name to fade that Jesus might be exalted in everything and though every breath of mine.