When I was a child, I longed for God to tangibly reveal Himself to me. Every once in a while I would leave a piece of paper and pencil on my dresser at bedtime and ask God to sign it. I wanted physical proof that He was indeed real.
When morning came, I would eagerly look at the paper with full hope that it would be marked, only to find that it was still blank. I would even take careful note the night before of how I laid the pencil next to the paper. In my childish mind, I reasoned that if the paper was still blank but the pencil was moved then God really did sign His name, it was just invisible!
I am long past those childhood days but even as an adult child of God, I still long for His tangible presence; asking Him to sign His name, not on a blank piece of paper but on my heart.
When my heart is full of fear, worry and doubt I need God to sign His name. I need God to sign His name on my hurts, my pain, and my sin. When I am feeling lost or lonely, I need God to sign His name.
Let me tell you, my gracious and loving Father signs His name on my heart every time! In fact, He goes beyond merely signing, He engraves His beautiful name.
My heart is engraved with the name, Elohim Chadissi: God of my kindness, goodness and faithfulness. He engraves His name, Jehovah Nissi: The LORD My Banner. God engraves on my heart the name, El Roi: God Who Sees Me. These are just a few of the names that bear my Father’s signature.
That piece of paper from my childhood may have remained blank, but my heart is far from blank. My heart is full of God’s beautiful signature; A signature not of ink but of the precious blood of His Son, Jesus Christ.
“…that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith;” Ephesians 3:17
“See, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands;” Isaiah 49:16
Dina
The Green Olive Tree 