What’s In a Name?

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Last year I had jars and jars of sunflower seeds. I can’t stand wasting seeds so even though it wasn’t quite time for planting I went outside and scattered my sunflower seeds all around my yard and waited. Now, I have towering sunflowers growing thick in my side garden. Do you think that at any time my seeds could imagine what they’d grow into? If you compare the initial seeds with the end results of one of my towering sunflowers and didn’t know any better it would be difficult to imagine what identity the seeds truly have.

What a wonder. What a mystery. And if it is so with seeds that we scatter and forget about how much more with each of us? Our true identities, likewise, are such sacred, amazing things, existing in such depth and breadth that we can scarcely comprehend all that God has made and placed within us.

“We know what we are, but not what we may be.”
― William Shakespeare

Isaiah 62:1-3
Zion’s Coming Salvation
For Zion’s sake I will not keep silent, and for Jerusalem’s sake I will not be quiet, until her righteousness goes forth as brightness, and her salvation as a burning torch. The nations shall see your righteousness, and all the kings your glory, and you shall be called by a new name that the mouth of the Lord will give. You shall be a crown of beauty in the hand of the Lord, and a royal diadem in the hand of your God.

Revelation 2:17-18
17 He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who conquers I will give some of the hidden manna, and I will give him a white stone, with a new name written on the stone that no one knows except the one who receives it.’

Who are you without the doing? What does this say about who you are?
Names are usually given. Identities go deep. And while we are yet seeds planted in the garden, we have new names that will be given to us. Can you even imagine what we will grow into? Indeed, we are fearfully and wonderfully made. How could we not be left in awe as each day we sprout a little more, leaving the old shells of ourselves behind?

From here to there may seem like a long way, yet there exists placed within us a craving for completion. Come, Lord Jesus.

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Ryan P Freeman
Ryan was born in Portland, Oregon on February 24th, 1988. He's the (upper) middle child out of four (three sisters – how he survived is a secret). Ryan’s been devouring books ever since he learned to read. To this day, he loves the smell of rain, the rumble of storms, and the scent of pine forests. His favorite stories growing up were old tales with Robin Hood and King Arthur - along with a ginormous rambling list of other myths, legends, and fantasy works. Since he began publishing his fantasy works in 2016, Ryan has also become an active member of the St Louis Writers Guild, founded the Hannibal Writers Guild, and helps market, edit, and consult for other aspiring authors and podcasters. Ryan is also the co-host of the podcast What's Up ABQ, co-founder of the Barelas Podcasters Guild, a former pastor, and is a childhood cancer survivor. He is repped by Patty Carothers of Metamorphosis Literary Agency. Ryan lives with his wife, one dog, and two cats in an old Victorian home near the Mississippi River in Hannibal, Missouri.

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