Sorry for the delay this week, folks. I’ve been out of commission with a nasty flu for several days. As they say, better late than never.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
I was named after…
I was named after Sarah from the Bible. Sarah. The doubter. The laugher. The take-matters-into-her-own-hands-er.
I never thought it suited me. As a young person, I always wanted to be called something else. Anything else, to be honest! All of my closest friends had some obscure nickname for me, and that’s how I wanted it. ‘Sarah’ seemed too plain, too boring.
As an adult, I can think of no name that might suit me better. I love the story of Sarah. I love how God spoke a real promise to her and she—like most honest believers—didn’t quite believe that He was able to bring it about. Instead of trusting God to do what He said He would do, Sarah took matters into her own hands and tried to create a solution. Her ‘solution’ caused more trouble than it was worth!
But that’s what I like about Sarah. That’s why I relate to her so well. In spite of Sarah’s attempts to bring about God’s promise, in spite of her making a bigger mess than she could have anticipated, God was still faithful to her. He still did what He said He would do. His promise wasn’t dependent on Sarah’s faithfulness, but on His own.
That is my life in a nutshell: I am constantly in a state of trying to bring about my own desires. And that is God in a nutshell, too: Always faithful. If you remember one thing about your Auntie Sarah, let it be that God was faithful to me.
All my love,