The names we claim. Names, we all have them. Some we are born to, others we create, others are given to us, and still others we claim. Some of them identify us, some of them signify our relationship to others, and some have the power to bring us to our knees and crumble everything we’ve worked so hard to build.
The only way we’ll ever be free is if we choose to let those shackles fall, to recognize that that may have been who we were yesterday, but that is not who we are today. We must claim His names for us, we must peel back the ugly layers until we reach the heart of the broken places that ruled our lives for so long and then we must expose those to the light. Let the names we’ve believed for so long fall away and replace them with what He calls us. Child, daughter, son, loved, redeemed.
Those names hold no power over you anymore, they do not define you, they do not represent you, they are not you. But you must decide to let them fall, to stop picking up the heavy mantle and lay it at His feet, and then refuse to go back to it. Refuse to ever pick it up again. No one can do this for you.
You were never meant to carry those words. Aren’t you tired of carrying them? I know I am. I’m so tired of carrying those words, of letting them poison my day. Last week we talked about laying a foundation for the new year, I don’t know about you, but I want my cornerstones built of lies. I want them to be made in the truth. I am loved. I am not a failure. I am not used up, because He is the one that fills me. I am not too broken, because He redeemed me. Its time to set down that cape and build on the foundation of everything we’ve laid down at His feet and said I can’t do this, I can’t do this- but you can, so I’m giving it to you.
