First, let me explain just how passionate I am about believing in the power of the Name above all names. In the NKJV of the Bible, Philippians 2:9-11 states, “Therefore God also has highly exalted Him and given Him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” There it is. That name. It has power over all. Above, below, and every inch of space in between.
So, in my 20-year walk with God, I have called on that Name countless times, using it in prayer on the broadest of spectrums, from declaring cancer to be extinguished to kissing a booboo on a scraped knee. I’ve called on that name to cease the trembling of a tiny heart awakened from a bad dream to standing in faith on that Name that depression would flee from a soul of a loved one. I’ve also spoken that name in thankfulness and joy, knowing that only through Him do all things work together for the good. His name goes before me, it stays behind me, it guards on all sides, and it’s embedded in my heart.
Now that I’ve given a little better understanding of just how inclined I am to speak His Name throughout out the day, I’ll give a small story of how He let me know that my children were gaining an understanding of how to use His name in their lives, too.
A couple years ago, as Aubrey, Edynn, and I were walking into church, they noticed some dandelions growing near the back door of our church. They asked if they could grab them to blow and make a wish. Of course I said yes because it’s just one of those simple joys that we store in our memory bank to carry with us always. I didn’t really think to pay much attention to them as they closed their eyes and blew. To me, it was just going to be a tiny, passing moment in our day, but as each of them blew and opened their eyes back up, they each said, “In Jesus name.” It immediately stopped me in my tracks as I was stepping up onto the sidewalk of our church. Wow, so they know You, God? They know that all things come from You? That You are the Giver of good things? That You alone are the source from which all things pour into our lives?
He sweetly whispered, “Yes.” It was such a profound moment in my life. One that resurfaces every single time we pass a dandelion. A comforting reminder that my children have been taught just how impactful that Name is, how to use it in their lives, how to love that Name, and how to reverence it.
Find the dandelions in your life. Everyday moments that you can hear God speaking to you, see Him moving in your life, and feel His comforting guidance. Then, use those dandelions just as they were meant to be used. Lay His name on them, then give a good blow, and send them out to those around you. Let their anointed little petals be dispersed out into the world. Let them settle into the lives of others so that the love of God and the power of His name can move in their lives.