Called by Name. Redeemed by grace. (Isaiah 43:1)
As a writer, I have thought a lot about becoming well known. My name on the cover of a book. My book on The New York Times Bestsellers list. My writer dreams don’t end there, though. I’ve thought about someone famous discovering my blog and asking me to ghostwrite for them or maybe co-write with them. I have even thought about being asked to do inspirational and motivational speaking. All pretty crazy ideas, I know.
In my reality, I know people who always seem to know other people no matter where they go. The coffee shop. The mall. Restaurants. We’re regularly interrupted. People know and use their name. I feel like a third wheel, or at least what I imagine a third wheel feels like, for however long they talk, most of the time not included in the conversation. I’ve just never been someone who has been known. (Except for in college when I had a byline in the campus newspaper every week. I enjoyed that probably too much.)
Much of my life, I’ve struggled with feeling overlooked and unimportant. Not just because people often don’t know my name but also because my introverted, shy personality keeps me backstage most of the time. (Don’t think because I’ve taught college classes and Bible studies that this changes anything. I’m pretty good at hiding behind my topic.) Ultimately, that’s where I like to be. Yet, a part of me has always wanted to be noticed, to be known, by others.
Only God Can Satisfy
As I have taken this need to the Lord over the years, I have an increasing awareness of my messed up motives for wanting to be noticed. The Holy Spirit isn’t brutal about it, but he helps me realize that recognition by others won’t satisfy, not for very long anyway. Only God can satisfy my need for significance and notice.
“He Knows My Name” (Francesca Battistelli, If We’re Honest) speaks well to my need and to his satisfying of it.
I don’t need my name in lights.
I’m famous in my Father’s eyes.
Make no mistake.
He knows my name.
After years of struggling with this, my desire to be known on this earth no longer matters much most of the time. If it’s not his desire, then it’s not my desire either. If he ever decides for others to know me on a larger scale than my quiet, small-town life, then he’ll make that happen and at the same time give me the desire for it.
Victory Through His Presence
When he’s my center, my focus, worldly fame and notice fall off the radar. When his agenda replaces my agenda, my soul experiences overwhelm with him, and overwhelmed and overloaded no longer loom in the shadows.
“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.” (Psalm 16:11)
My name on a book or in lights or even called across a coffee shop… none of those really take up my mental energy anymore. What does? How to have more of his presence. Nothing else matters except that he knows my name.